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Pleasing (grumpy h blurb)
In which Harry's acting kinda grumpy, and y/n helps him... destress. :)
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Harry’s hand slams onto his phone, muting the blaring chimes of his 6 AM alarm. His head hurts and his eyes are heavy, and the thought of having to get out of bed, get dressed, and go to a business meeting when it’s still dark outside makes his feel physically ill. 
He’s tired… beyond tired. Last night had been another one of his annual “In-Chef nights.” He’d been up on his feet, cooking meal after meal from 6 PM all the way until midnight, and had then spent an additional two hours with his staff cleaning up. He’d driven home in the cold rain, and didn’t even have enough energy to change into his pajamas when he got home. He just stripped down to his briefs, and collapsed into his bed.
 Running on barely four hours of sleep, he’s feeling cranky and miserable and irritable. The sound of his alarm has been nagging at him through three snooze cycles, and he knows if he stays in bed any longer, he’s going to be running late. 
He forces himself to blink his eyes open. He feels gross and sluggish, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles, and letting out a loud groan. The early morning meeting he has today isn’t even one that he’s excited for… he hates the constructors that are helping him open a new Pleasing location in New York. They’re bad communicators, and always make mistakes in the plans that they’ve made. Harry’s a very particular man, he’s picky about the way his food is cooked, a neat freak in his home, and has an organized schedule that he never strays from. So working with these incompetent people, who somehow always manage to royally fuck something up… god it really gets Harry frustrated. 
He yanks the blanket off of himself and swings his legs over the side of the bed. His feet meet the floor, and it’s ice cold. Great. 
This is just fucking great. 
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“Jesus fucking christ.” 
Harry takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes to calm himself. It doesn’t work. His nostrils are flaring and his eyes have turned a dark, angry shade of green. “I fuckin’ said last week that I wanted gas stoves. So why is there an order for six electric stove tops?”
Ian, the contractor, fumbles in front of Mr. Styles, cheeks turning red. “Uh-um, t-the installation of the electric stoves was cheaper.”
“What did I explicitly ask for,” Harry seethes.
“Err– t-the gas–”
“So what in your right mind made you think that I’d be okay with this?”
“I– well, sir, we just wanted to go with the option that was more affordable–”
“Do you think I give a fuck which one is cheaper?” Harry yells. “For fuck’s sake, I’m running a multi-million business!” He slams the papers he’d been holding onto the desk in front of him and stands up angrily, his chair scratching loudly against the hardwood floors. “Get this fixed, today,” he says before storming out of the conference room and slamming the door behind him. 
He locks himself into his office, and sits in his chair, rubbing his red-veined eyes. He’s too tired to have to deal with all this shit today. How hard is it for people to follow instructions? His life would be so much easier if everyone else didn’t fuck up so much. 
He sits there for a few minutes with his head in his hands, fingers still rubbing at his eyes to try and soothe away the burning feeling he feels every time he opens them. His head is starting to hurt, a pounding migraine so intense that he can feel his heartbeat in his ears, and his stomach hurts. All he had to eat today was a black coffee before he went into that horrific meeting five hours ago. 
Yes, the one hour meeting they had planned had ended up taking five hours instead. He literally had to clear his schedule to fix all the fucking mistakes that they were making. They’d chosen the wrong tiles for the floor, ordered the wrong stove tops for the kitchen, and had designed all of the countertops to be one inch too low… it literally pained him to be working with such incompetent designers. 
And now he was behind on his work. 
He lets out a tired sigh and turns on his desktop, opening his emails. The bright screen makes his eyes sting, and he has to squint to read the tiny word on the screen. He scrambles around in his drawers and finds his reading glasses, but still, the words blur together and make his head hurt. He bares with the pain, and spends an hour or so responding to emails and filling out paperwork, until there’s a knock at his door. 
“What is it?” he calls out a bit snappily, not looking up from his paperwork. 
He hears the door jiggle, trying to open but struggling against the lock. “It’s me, Mr. Styles!” 
Immediately, he puts his pen down and unlocks the door for his sweet y/n to come in. She’s holding a plate of food for him, and looks up at him with her pretty smile, cheeks warm and dimpled with kindness. 
“Hey puppy,” he murmurs, surprised. She hadn’t come in for the majority of this week because she had finals. In fact, she just had her physics final just this morning. 
“Hi!” she says enthusiastically, entering his office. “Teddy told me that you’ve been here since 8, n’that you haven’t eaten anything all day.” She looks up at him with her adorable bambi eyes, “How come you’re allowed to scold me for not eating enough at work when you’re skipping meals too?” 
He smiles lightly, “you’re right puppy, that’s hypocritical of me.” 
“Very hypocritical,” she nods resolutely. “So, I brought you some food! I had Teddy make it, ‘cos I know he’s your favorite.”
His stomach growls at the sight of the fettuccini alfredo in front of him. He’s starving but he’d been way too caught up in his work to think about getting up to get himself any food. “Thank you,” he says, taking the plate from her and picking up her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. 
“It smells yummy, so I want some too,” she says, sitting down on the chair behind his desk. “But we gotta eat it quick, ‘cos I’m supposed to get back out there in five minutes.” 
“Thought you weren’t meant to come in today?” he says, sitting down next to her. 
“I wasn’t scheduled,” she says, shoving a forkful of the pasta into her mouth, “but then Grace texted me asking if I could cover for her. She got the flu.” 
Harry hums, grabbing a tissue from his desk, and wipes off the little bit of white sauce clinging onto y/n’s lips, her mouth full of deliciously creamy and garlicky pasta. “How were your exams?”
She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. Don’t talk about it. So hard, but everyone else said it was super hard too, so hopefully there’s a fat curve.” She claps her hands excitedly, “But at least I’m done! No more school for the rest of the month!!!” 
Despite his initial grumpy mood, he can’t help the smile that graces his face. His girlfriend is literally the cutest thing in the world, especially when she gets all giddy and excited like this. She’d been really stressed out and MIA all week because of her exams, so it’s refreshing to see his lively and happy y/n again. 
“So proud of you puppy,” he says, cupping her cheek and giving her a kiss. 
She twirls a forkful of pasta for Harry and feeds it to him. “Are we gonna hang out tonight?” she asks. 
“Of course. Need t’cuddle tonight, you’ve been so busy I feel neglected.” Just sitting with y/n for a few minutes has already calmed Harry down, the stress in his body fizzling away. 
She giggles cutely. “Okay baby. We can spend alllll night together.” 
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The ache in his stomach fades away after finishing the pasta that y/n brought for him, and after popping an advil, he feels his headache start to slowly go away as well. He’d gotten an email that the electric stove tops had been returned and that an order for the gas ones had been put in, so he’s feeling more relaxed about that as well.
He lounges around in his office until y/n is done with her shift, and they sneak out the back exit to head home together. He’s got a one hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on her thigh, and he’s feeling much better than he was this morning when he’d been all grumpy and stressed out. 
When they get to a stop light, his phone rings. He thinks nothing of it when he picks up, not even looking at the caller id. “Hello?” he answers casually.
“Er– Hi, Mr. Styles.” 
Harry rolls his eyes. It’s Ian on the phone. “What’s going on?” he says tersely.
“Um… so we figured out the stove issue, which is great…” 
The light turns green. “Okay…?” Harry says, slightly annoyed.
“So… well– the stove company said that the shipment is gonna take a few weeks, which is gonna put the construction schedule behind since we can’t install the countertops until we put the stoves in, which means…” Harry sighs in disappointment, already knowing what’s coming. “Well, it means that the restaurant might not be ready for the opening date that we’d set.” 
“Ian,” Harry’s knuckles are turning white around the steering wheel, and he’s using every cell in his body to keep his voice steady so that he doesn’t start yelling in front of y/n. “When I signed that contract with you, didn’t we agree it would be done in three months?”
“I– yes, it’s really unfortunate–” Ian stammers, but Harry cuts him off.
“I don’t want to hear fuckin’ excuses,” Harry bites. “We signed a contract.”
“Sir, I don’t know what to tell you,” Ian says casually.
“How about we start with the fact that this issue could’ve been completely avoided had you simply followed the plan that we had agreed upon?” Harry’s voice is steadily rising, an angry fire to his tone. “Or how much money you’ve already cost me from all the mistakes you’ve made? I signed a contract and I expect the deadline to be met. It’s far too late to push back the opening of the restaurant.” 
“It’s out of my control–” Ian tries to explain, but Harry won’t hear it.
“Jesus christ, do I need to do everything for you?” Harry bursts. “Call the company and tell them the delivery is for Harry Styles! Figure it out with the investors, pay them extra! We will not be pushing the date back, not when we’ve already invested so much into it.” Harry hangs up the phone angrily and throws it into his lap. “Fucking hell,” he breathes angrily. 
Y/n sits next to him quietly, her eyes wide. “Everything okay?” she asks timidly.
“S’fine,” he bristles tersely, pulling into his parking spot. He puts the car in park and gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him with such aggression that y/n winces for the car. 
Scrambling behind him like a little puppy, she follows him into his penthouse. There’s an angry furrow in his brow as they ride up the elevator, and his lips are pressed together in a frustrated line as he types out a message on his phone. He storms into the kitchen without even glancing at y/n, and pours himself a glass of ice cold water to maybe help himself calm down. 
Y/n stands shyly behind the kitchen counter, not saying anything but watching him quietly.
“Just a second, puppy,” he says, his tone impatient and clipped, pushing past her to head into his home office. He dials the number of one of his restaurant’s business partners on the phone, and spends nearly half an hour figuring out what they were going to do. 
“I want a new fuckin’ contractor,” Harry rants.
His partner. Niall, gives out a hearty laugh, “I know mate, but don’t worry. I’ll figure it out for ya. I know the guys over there, I’ll give ‘em a ring and see if they can get your appliances sent over any quicker.”
“Thank you,” he mutters gratefully. Finally, there was someone who knew how to get shit done. He hangs up the phone and runs his fingers through his hair frustratedly. His headache is back and his neck and shoulders hurt from being so tense.
Y/n knocks on his office door, and he sighs heavily. “Not now, puppy, v’got to send some emails.”
She steps in, despite the fact that he’s dismissed her, with sad eyes and a pout on her lips. “If this is how it’s gonna be all night then… I’m just gonna go home.” 
His eyes snap up. “What?” 
“You’re working and being all… grumpy,” she says quietly. “So I’m gonna get an uber.”
“Y/n, don’t be like that.” He looks at her with an exasperated look. “Something important came up, v’got to deal with it.” 
“I’m not trying to be like anything,” she shrugs. “You’re stressed out and you don’t wanna talk, so I feel like I’m just annoying you by being here.”
“Baby…” he sighs, rolling away from his desk and getting up to go stand in front of her. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest in a shy, almost protective manner, and she has her bag hanging off of her shoulder, fully prepared to leave. Standing in front of her, he can see the sadness in her eyes. “Don’t go, m’sorry.” 
“I know you’re upset…” she whispers, looking down at the floor, “but that doesn’t give you the right to be snappy with me. It hurts my feelings.” 
Oh, his precious girl, so sweet and sensitive. His heart breaks a little bit, knowing that he’d made her sad… he’d been so caught up in his own stress that he’d neglected her feelings. He knows that she was probably so excited to come over after having finished all her exams… and he knows that she’s sensitive. She gets teary eyed whenever someone uses a stern voice with her, cries for days if she ever gets yelled at. Of course it would hurt her when he pushes her aside and snaps at her to leave him alone.
He pulls her into his chest, “Sweetheart, you’re right, m’sorry. I shouldn’t be takin’ it out on you, you’ve done nothing but been sweet t’me all day.” She’d brought food for him when he was hungry, was cheerful and lovely on the car ride home, and had tried to talk to him when he was upset… only to get pushed away at the end of the night.
“I wanna stay, but not if you’re gonna be mean,” she says into his chest.
He presses a kiss to her hair, “no, m’done puppy. Not gonna be mean, promise. Please, stay?” 
She looks up at him and smiles softly. “Okay,” she puckers her lips and leans up for a quick kiss. “Thank you.” 
He smooths his hand over her hair, and rests his head atop her cheek, still hugging her close. She’s warm and smells sweet… holding her in his arms is all he wants to do for the rest of his life.
“How about I go take a shower while you send your emails, and then we can go to bed?” she suggests, pulling away.
He shakes his head. “Nuh-uh. No more emails tonight, I can send them in the morning.” It’s late at night anyways, it wouldn’t make a difference if he sent them now or tomorrow. 
“M’getting in that shower with you.”
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In the shower, y/n washes away all of Harry’s stress and worries. She lathers up the loofah with the rose scented body wash that she keeps in his shower, and rubbed it all over his chest and back and biceps. She even went so far as to lift his arms above his head and scrub his armpits for him, making Harry cackle at how silly she was.
Then, she took his yummy smelling shampoo and had him bend down so that she could wash his hair for him. She threaded her fingers through his hair and scratched at his scalp deliciously, scrubbing his hair as though he were getting spoiled at the salon. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly as the foamy shampoo dripped down his forehead, but she always made sure to rinse the bubbles away before they got into his eyes. 
They got out and dried themselves together, standing in front of Harry’s heater in their towels for a few minutes while y/n brushed her hair. He changed himself into only a pair of boxers, while y/n opted to skip on undergarments (it’s very important to let ur pussy breathe!!!), putting on only a pair of thin sleep shorts and one of Harry’s huge t-shirts. 
“M’gonna give you a massage,” she tells Harry once they’re both changed, shoving him onto the bed. He chuckles to himself at her weak attempt to manhandle him, but complies easily, settling onto his stomach so that she could straddle his back. She squirts some lotion onto her hands and warms it up between her palms, then rubs it smoothly onto Harry’s broad and muscular back.
“Mm, thank you baby,” he groans. “So good t’me.” 
It’s all innocent at first – y/n knows that Harry was stressed out and probably super tense, so she thought giving him a nice massage to work out the knots in his shoulders would be nice. But, of course, with Harry shirtless underneath her, it’s hard for her thoughts to stay completely pure. 
Harry’s so strong and muscled… it’s so hot. He feels firm underneath her hands, her palms smoothing over the ridges and curves of the muscles in his toned back. His shoulders are broad and his biceps look huge, even without being flexed or anything. The skin of his back is warm and smooth… so soft and tan. Her mouth waters as she rubs her hands up and down his back.
Her fingers find his shoulders and she kneads them deeply, which makes Harry let out a loud groan. His shoulders are particularly tense, and her little fingers are rubbing the tight knots in them so nicely. “Harder baby,” he grunts, and she obliges. Her thumbs dig deep into the meat of his shoulders and rub in slow, painful circles.
She uses all her strength to massage him. He’s so built, every inch of his back covered with hard muscles, that it takes a lot of energy to really get in there. She has to put her entire weight into her hands and press deep onto his back. Luckily, the lotion made it easy for her to glide over his skin and knead his sore muscles. The groans that he lets out tell her which spots to focus on. 
His eyes are shut, eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. It hurts so good. His cock has started to plump up a bit, twitching every time her delicate fingers knead a particularly painful knot in his back. She keeps rubbing him, digging her fingers into his muscles, and the pressure in his cock grows unbearable. 
He flips himself around, unable to deal with it any longer. Y/n gasps at his sudden movement, then finds herself short of breath when she settles herself back down on his lap and feels how hard he is underneath her. Straddling his hips in nothing but her little, thin pair of sleep shorts, she can feel him… feels the curve of his cock, restrained in his boxers, and feels the ridge of his tip nudging against her clit. She’s sure that he can probably feel her pussy too, feel every fold and the tiny bud of her clit.
He smirks up at her when her little pussy flutters around nothing, twitching so delicately against his clothed cock. Her center feels hot, keeping him warm while she sits prettily atop him. “Keep going baby…” he says, voice low and dangerous. “M’arms hurt so much, can you rub ‘em for me?” 
He pouts up at her, but it’s a mocking pout. He knows exactly what she’s thinking about, and it’s much more filthy than his innocent request for an arm massage. 
Nonetheless, she squirts some more lotion on her hands and brings them down to his strong biceps. He’d been to the gym yesterday for arms, so he wasn’t lying when he said they were sore. But also, that means they’re particularly pumped today, firm and delicious… y/n just wants to bite them. 
His hands rest on her hips while she rubs her palms up and down his arms, his thumbs tracing soft circles onto the skin of thigh where her shorts have ridden up. She looks like she’s intently focused on rubbing his arms, but really, she can’t stop thinking about the way his cock feels underneath her. He subtly grips her hips and presses her down harder onto the hard bulge in his pants, and lets out a strained breath through his nose. Y/n similarly feels her breath catch in her throat, her hands pausing momentarily as she flutters her eyes shut.
“Feels so good baby,” he murmurs when her hands migrate up to massage his chest, rubbing circles over his swallows and tracing over his butterfly delicately. It’s a not-so subtle innuendo to fuel the fire of the sexual tension burning between the two of them right now. 
The hands on her hips start to slide upwards, under her shirt to rest on her warm tummy. He can see the soft peaks of her nipples poking through the shirt she’s wearing. “Baby… show me y’pretty tits, please?” he begs. He slides his hands even higher until his fingers graze the undersides of her breasts. “Had such a long day, I deserve a treat don’ I?”
“Y-yeah,” she agrees softly, taking her shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. She’s left topless, her perky nipple peaking in the cold air of Harry’s bedroom, and her wet pussy pressed firmly to his hard cock.
She continues rubbing his chest with her tits out, and Harry takes it upon himself to do the same to her. He plays with her tits, holds them in his palms and rubs his thumbs over her hard nipples. Still, it’s not enough. 
“Come closer, baby,” he murmurs lowly, guiding her forward. She inches forward slowly, back arching while holding herself up with her arms, until her boobs are hanging in front of Harry’s face. 
He sticks his tongue out and leans up, attaching himself to her nipple and sucking it into his mouth gently. His tongue licks the soft bud gently, and he hums happily. “Mmm, baby, so nice to me,” he mutters, switching to her other nipple, “Lettin’ daddy play with your pretty tits ‘cos I had a long day.” Hand engulfs the breast that he’d just hand in his mouth, palming it gently while his tongue plays with the other. His teeth skim her soft skin gently, and he starts sucking. Each purse of his lip and pass of his tongue sends a shock straight down to y/n’s center, and she’s absolutely, totally drenched. Her heart is beating erratically in her chest, and she can’t help herself before grinding herself down. 
Since she’s lifted herself up to align her tits with Harry’s face, she’s no longer sitting on his bulge, but instead now sitting on the butterfly painted on his abdomen. She presses herself onto his abs, soothing the dull ache that comes each time he hums around her breast.
Her boobs are so plump and plushy, dangling in front of his mouth and covered in his spit. His hands grope her chest sensually, pushing her breasts into his face and letting himself indulge like a teenage boy. He lets them bounce on his face, skimming his lips against them then pulling himself back, teasing himself. He nudges his nose against them, and they jiggle prettily right in front of his face. God, he’s making himself so hard, playing with her tits like this, having them all up in his face. All he can see is her skin, the roundness of her breasts, the soft bud of her nipples. No matter which way he turns his head, he makes contact with her, her nipples skimming his cheeks or his lips dancing against her sideboob. 
“Jus-” she gasps when he takes her boob back between his lips and sucks, tongue curling around her nipple, “Jus’ wanna make you happy daddy.” 
“Doing so good baby, taking caring of me so well,” he murmurs, barely moving his lips from her skin before reattaching to her areola. “You know what would make daddy so happy?” 
“W-what?” she whimpers, pushing her clit down against his hard abs.
“If you got on my cock and got yourself off. Could you do that for me, puppy?” 
She nods eagerly and shuffles herself down, shoving Harry’s briefs down. His cock bounces up and slaps against his stomach, the tip completely slick with his own precum and arousal. She doesn’t even bother warming herself or Harry up – the massage and his little play session had gotten both of them 100% ready.
She doesn’t take her sleep shorts off, genuinely too excited to stuff herself full of his cock. Grabbing him by the shaft, she hovers right over his hips and slowly guides him into her dripping cunt. The slide in is easy, absolutely no resistance from how wet she is, and she’s able to bottom out on the first go. 
Her hands rest on his chest to support herself, and she starts to lift her hips, up and down, skin meeting skin with every drop down. Her nails dig into his flesh, and it hurts just as good as her massage had. She’s riding him like she never has before – usually she’s a bit of a princess, mostly grinding her clit down and rubbing herself on his cock slowly until her thighs start to burn and she whines for Harry to take over. 
Now though, with the way he’d teased her all nice, she’s bouncing on his cock properly, using all her strength to pull herself all the way up, then drop back down. She sets a messy pace for herself, but it doesn’t matter. He’s hitting all the right spots in her, and that’s all she care about. 
Harry lies on his back in bliss, her pussy absolute heaven around his cock. Her messy pace and high bounces have her tits jiggling, and Harry pushes himself up onto his elbows to get a better view. “Fuck, puppy, you’re an angel.” 
He brings a hand down to rub her at her clit, fingers rubbing tight circles as she grinds herself on him. “Gonna cum baby,” he groans, “Are you close?”
She whines out, and nods messily, eyes shut as she keeps herself going. 
Harry throws his head back, and shuts his eyes, rubbing her clit faster and faster until she’s cumming, clenching around his cock and squeezing him so tightly. His vision goes white his ears start to ring, and he’s in absolute heaven.
Y/n collapses onto his chest, and he spurts out long streaks of cum into her warm pussy, balls clenching with every release and his hips twitching upwards, trying to get as deep into her as he possibly can. She lays on top of him heavily, breathing hard with rosy cheeks and a glistening forehead from how hard she’d worked to get them both to their end. 
He pulls her up for a kiss. What had he even been stressed about, again? 
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Notoriety - Drarry
Harry Prefers to be known for some things more than others.
Warnings - a/b/o dynamics, alpha!harry, omega!draco, pwp, p in a smut, begging, slight d/s dynamics, i'm wary of tagging tbh don't want it taken down
Harry Potter is known for a lot of things. He has been since shortly after his first birthday.
He's known for defeating the Dark Lord twice, for fighting in a Wizarding War, for winning said war, for being the youngest Professor in Hogwarts, and for being Witch Weekly's most eligible bachelor for eighty-three consecutive weeks.
He's also known for being the coolest godfather ever, the best friend a man could have, and for being the most awesome professor ever. All three of these are the accomplishments Harry relishes in having, clinging to those compliments when the others attempt to be too heavy to carry.
He's been accused of many other things.
Never this. Never in his wildest dreams had he hoped or even allowed himself to hope for this.
Draco Malfoy was willingly in his company, willingly stepping between Harry's spread thighs with flushed red cheeks.
Things were tentative, still just new to them both.
"You have to be the most self-restrained Alpha I've ever come across," Draco murmured, lowering himself to his knees.
No one had ever accused Harry of having self-restraint. Especially not Hogwarts' newest Potion Master. The second youngest Professor to ever be employed by Hogwarts.
"Is that so?" Harry's voice had dipped several octaves, coming out closer to a growl as Draco rested his hands on Harry's thighs. He smelled overbearingly sweet, the scent resting on Harry's tongue and reminding him of Honeyduke's most decadent chocolate.
"I've never had the issue of having to beg before, Harry." Draco looked up through his lashes, biting on his bottom lip. "But if that's what it will take then I'm willing to."
Harry freed Draco's lip with his thumb, smoothing the teeth mark gently. Draco's eyes were almost black as he slipped the digit into his mouth, letting his tongue brush the pad of Harry's thumb.
"Isn't there a three-date rule?" Harry chuckled, pressing down on Draco's tongue, trapping it so he couldn't speak, could use the usual Malfoy snark. "I'm trying to be a gentleman, to court you."
In truth, Harry had wanted to bend Draco over the hardwood of his office desk that day he had approached Harry tentatively on his first day in Hogwarts. He had come to make amends as if Harry could hold a grudge against the man.
As if Harry had a choice. As if he hadn't been half in love with him since they were children. The obsessive stalking, the dreams that had plagued him since he had first presented at sixteen.
There was something confusing about wanking yourself raw every time he spotted the man he was supposed to hate so fervently. Especially in the midst of a war where they had fallen on opposites sides.
But this Draco Malfoy, Professor Draco Malfoy, was no angst-ridden teenager. He was for all intents and purposes, the most attractive Omega Harry had ever seen.
Long graceful limbs, hair that had been grown out just long enough for Harry to wrap his fist in, and an arse that Harry had a hard time taking his eye off.
Harry watched saliva pool along the sides of his thumb, dribbling down Draco's chin as Harry kept his thumb in place, keeping the Omega silent.
Draco mewled, his hands sliding further up his thighs to the button of the Alpha's slacks. Harry allowed Draco to undo his button but caught his hands with his free one when they moved to his zipper. He stared Draco down when he swallowed roughly and dipped his head slightly in deference.
"I'm trying to treat you as I should. Trying to be chivalrous, walking you back to your door every night, buying you flowers, and treating you like a proper Omega should be treated." Harry reminded him. He pressed harder down on Draco's tongue when he attempted to speak. Instead, a garbled moan fell from his lips.
Harry arched into Draco's hands, pressing them tighter to his crotch with his own hands. "Coming back to my own chambers and fucking my fist thinking of that tight little hole."
Draco's eyes rolled in his head as he began to suck on Harry's thumb in earnest, flexing his hands. "You don't want to be treated right, do you?"
Draco blinked, attempting to focus on Harry's words but he was too far gone, his arousal permeating the air like a vat of Amortentia. Harry inhaled deeply, his cock throbbing. Draco flexed his hands again.
"You don't want me to buy you flowers or drop you off at your chambers every night, do you? You want me to drag you back to my own chambers and fill that tight little hole, don't you?" Harry released Draco's hands, batting them away to undo his own zipper. He freed his cock with a hiss.
Draco's hands fell down by his side as his breath heaved and his eyes locked on the almost angry-looking tip of Harry's cock like he was a starving man. "So here's what we're going to do. You're going to prep yourself, get that tight little hole all wet and loose for me. I'm going to stroke my cock and if you're ready before I come then you can sit on my cock. If not, well then I guess it's your hard luck."
Harry released Draco's tongue, spreading the saliva on it over his cock and groaning to himself. Draco watched with rapt attention, quivering in place. Harry smirked, stroking himself from root to tip before Draco spurred into action.
He vanished his trousers and pants, rather than move from his kneeled position, and his scent's potency increased tenfold. Harry groaned again, speeding his hand up and twisting his wrist just how he liked it.
He'd had a lot of time to perfect his wanking ability, none more so than in the last three months since Draco had joined the faculty. He was surprised he hadn't given himself carpal tunnel with how often he had found himself thinking of Draco exactly like this.
The man in question was moaning loudly, bouncing on the fingers he had unceremoniously shoved inside himself. He was sweating, a red flush spreading down his chest. Harry had missed him vanishing his shirt.
"That's it, baby. Just like that." Harry grunted, fucking up into his fist. "Show me how you fuck yourself while thinking of me."
Draco's eyes rolled in his head but he focused on Harry's cock again, adding another finger if his moan was anything to go by. Harry pressed his thumb against the gland that ran the length of his cock and bucked up again, clenching his jaw.
Draco appraised him with hooded eyes before deciding he'd had enough and scrambled up to straddle Harry's lap. When Harry attempted to push his trousers down Draco shook his head, one hand replacing Harry's and dropping himself down on Harry's cock.
"Let me get these off." Harry insisted, hand on his trousers again. Draco shook his head, freezing on Harry's cock as he bottomed out. His arse clenched and the tight heat had Harry restraining himself from thrusting up.
"Leave 'em on. It's hotter." Draco insisted. Harry smirked at Draco's very obvious interest in this power play, leaving him at Harry's mercy. before he could tease Draco about it his words were cut off by a loud growl as Draco began to bounce on Harry's cock.
"So good, so fucking good." Draco whimpered, falling forward to press his face against Harry's bonding gland, inhaling deeply.
"So fucking tight, Jesus Draco." Harry couldn't fight the urge, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and fucking up into him. Draco was babbling incoherently now, every second word was Harry's name.
Slick dripped down Harry's cock, a sticky mess on his balls and thighs and he was sure that he'd smell of Draco for days to come, all of which drove Harry to fuck into Draco harder and faster.
"Please, please," Draco begged against Harry's neck, his hot breath making Harry's hair stand on end. "Knot me, knot me, knot me."
"That what you want, baby? You want to be the perfect little Omega, taking my knot, huh?" Harry growled against Draco's shoulder before biting down on the soft flesh.
Draco howled, babbling incomprehensibly again. Harry could feel the beginning of his knot, that familiar heat that had his eyes clenching shut. "Don't know if it'll fit, if you can handle me."
"Please, I can. It will fit." Draco wailed desperately. "I'll be so good, I promise. Alpha, please."
Harry tilted his head back as he thrust up, pushing the knot into Draco who screamed. Harry thrust shallowly, pulling at Draco's abused rim. "Please, please."
Three more shallow thrusts had Draco clenching down impossibly tight and cumming between their bodies. He sagged against Harry, hitching sobs as Harry continued to fuck into him, chasing his own release.
"Wan' it, Alpha. Please." Draco whimpered, clenching around Harry's knot. Harry gave in, allowing the sensation to pull him under, his hands clenching into Draco's hips as his vision whited out and he came.
When Harry blinked his eyes open again he smiled gently down at the Omega who was purring contentedly in Harry's arms. Hary stroked a hand up and down Draco's sweat-slicked back and the Omega sat up, clenching accidentally around Harry's knot.
He wore a soft smile, bashful after everything. Harry raised a hand to cup his cheek and pulled him into a sweet kiss, more than aware he hadn't kissed Draco since they were leaving the restaurant they had dinner in.
"Sweet boy." Harry hummed when he pulled away. Draco groaned, attempting to hide his smile in Harry's hand. "How do you feel?"
"So good." Draco stretched, clenching down on Harry again. This time it wasn't an accident. "Think you can go again, old man?"
"You're older than me." Harry protested with a laugh. "'sides, maybe we should let this knot go down first."
"Why?" Draco asked, bouncing himself shallowly. His own cock began to stir with interest and Harry felt his breath catch as he looked over his Omega.
His head was thrown back, one hand against Harry's chest for balance and the other on his own cock. "Alpha, my Alpha."
That one might be Harry's favorite thing to be known for these days.
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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 10 months
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omg imagine being in subspace and you’re just so incoherent and harry is just holding you and telling you how good you are for him and he notices how you’re trying to suck on his thumb and he just sticks it in your mouth and is like “is that what you wanted princess? you’re so good for me” like holy shit 🥺🥵#Concept
MAAAAM I AM AT WORK. OKAYYYY TMI, BUT MY PU$$Y LITERALLY FLUTTERED READING THIS 😮‍💨
WARNINGS...SEXY, SEXY THINGS
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You were floating…transcending even as your abs clenched tight and your pussy pulsed hard around Harry’s cock, just on the edge of your orgasm. Your vision was hazy and tunneled, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of his. He looked at you with so much love it suffocated you.
“Daddy, I’m gonna come!” You choked out and he grunted low as he started giving it to you harder. Your eyes rolled back before squeezing shut and he groaned.
“Just hold it a little longer, baby. Doing so good for me.” He praised you and encouraged you. You were getting more and more lost in him. His words felt like light, little feathers as they washed over you and registered in your eyes. You blinked slowly a few times and he smiled at you, “Going under?” He sighed out a light chuckle, “Fuck…you’re all mine, baby. I’ve got you, princess. You’re safe with me.” He panted as you let yourself go further and further, “Mmmm, fuck yes, come on my cock, baby.” He moaned as you started to unwind and he groaned loudly as he started to release inside of you. His thrusts were deep and slow. His body rolling over yours like waves.
Your body was tingling and your ears ringing as he slowly came to a stop. You felt his face against yours before he kissed your eye lids gently and you smiled. Your eyes felt so heavy as you blinked them open and tried to focus on his. But you felt cold all of a sudden, your nipples pebbled and your skin rose as the chill racked through you.
“Poor, trembly baby. Let’s get you under the covers.” Harry said lowly as he managed to get you under the bedding before he fitted himself against your side. You nuzzled against his shoulder and then felt his other hand come up and trace your lips lightly, “Still floating about, princess?” He mused, his voice as soothing as music. The weight of his thumb rubbing your bottom lip made you crave the taste of his skin on your tongue.
You parted your lips in an attempt to get his thumb inside. Your eyes were still closed and he smiled as he decided to tease you a little bit in your fuzzy and spacey condition. He liked how whiny and fussy you could get when you were under. He slid his thumb down, off to the side, grinning smugly as your mouth chased his thumb. When he pulled it away you sighed dramatically in defeat and whimpered softly and Harry smiled.
“What does my good girl need?” He asked and you blinked your eyes open slowly and just gave him your best puppy-dog eyes and he smiled at you, “You’re so dramatic, princess. So pretty but so dramatic…” he chuckled and you pouted. Moments later he ran his thumb across your bottom lip again. “Open those pretty lips up for me.” He said softly and you did so immediately and then moaned happily as he dipped his thumb in and you quickly closed your lips around it and sucked gently and he bit his lip. The feeling of your hot, smooth, and velvety tongue rubbing into the pad of his thumb made him moan lowly, “Is that what you wanted, princess?” He asked you teasingly and you nodded at him, “Like keeping your slutty little mouth busy…keep sucking.” He ordered and you swirled your tongue around it before gently sinking your teeth in. “Shit…you’re so good for me.” He smirked.
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When He’s Not Around pt.3
Dom!Harry Styles x Reader
18+
Warnings/summary: dom Harry, slight angst, getting back together(?), a little fluff, L bombs, they’re not the best people morally, mating press
A/N: this’ll probably be the last part? I wasn’t really sure how to end it given it was supposed to be a one shot lmao
Part 1 Part 2
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"I know you're in there Y/N, your cars outside. So let me in."
You were still stuck on the couch, debating whether or not to let Harry in. After two more harsh knocks, you finally get up.
When the door opens you see Harry's fist lowering, a small smile appearing on his face.
He pushes his way in before you can shut him out again, taking a seat on the couch.
After closing the door, you stand awkwardly in your living room, waiting for Harry to break the silence.
"I'm sorry.", you both end up saying at the same time.
He goes to speak again, but you cut him off, finally coming to your senses.
"No no, let me apologize.", you sit next to him on the couch, body facing towards him while you begin to pick at your nails.
"I felt guilty, and instead of owning up to my shit and acting like an adult, I just wanted to blame you.", you glance up to see Harry watching you intently before looking down again.
"We're bad people, Harry.", you sigh frustratedly. "Liam was your best friend and my fucking boyfriend, and we betrayed him.", you can see Harry's head fall a bit, probably ashamed of himself.
"I tried to shut you out, thinking that maybe I'd feel better, that it would somehow make Liam feel better.", your teeth clench, head shaking as you rant. "Because how am I supposed to deal with myself, knowing that I'm in love with the man I cheated with."
Your head finally lifts at the same time that Harry's springs up, tears in his eyes.
"What?", he asks while his voice cracks. "You love me? But I thought- you said it was just a fling. That it wasn't anything real.", he uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his tears, a few still falling down his face.
"I know, I know what I said, and I'm sorry for lying to you. I just didn't know how to deal with how I was feeling.", you move even closer to Harry, hands coming to cradle his face.
"We can be together now though, yeah? It's not a perfect start, but I can't let this be over."
His lips join yours in a soft kiss, almost like he was scared to do it, a subtle taste of salt from his leftover tears invading your mouth as you melt into the kiss.
"Now, tell me you love me too.", you say once you break apart, referring to your somewhat spontaneous admission.
"You couldn't tell that all this time?", he says with a slight laugh.
"Just say it, please.", you playfully whine.
"I love you.", he says sincerely.
Harry reaches to cradle your face just how you did his, pressing small kisses all over it, muttering "I love you" after each one.
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"Say it again love, let me hear it."
"I love you."
"Yeah? You love the way I fuck you, don't you?"
You were on your knees, back arched and face down into a pillow as Harry took you from behind. His hand fisted into your braids, tugging on them to anchor himself.
He'd been holding back his orgasm since the moment he slid in. It'd been a long couple weeks, in which he refrained from touching himself. It just didn't feel right without you.
"Missed this.", Harry said through gritted teeth. "Y'miss me baby?"
You nod your head as much as you can in Harry's grip, wishing he'd cut the small talk and just fuck you already.
You damn near cry when he pulls out, feeling yourself be flipped over and silenced with a kiss before you can even question anything.
"Wanted to see your face." He admits before pushing back inside you, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he lets out a shaky breath.
It's not long before his pace picks back up, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room. Your hand travels down in between the two of you, landing on your clit and the pressure immediately draws a moan from you.
Harry notices and pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own.
"Let me take care of you, hm? Wanna make you feel the way you make me feel."
You try not to seem too affected by his words, or the feeling of his skilled fingers on your clit, "Yeah and how is that?" 
You're surprised to hear how breathless and raspy your voice sounds, but Harry seems to like it with the way his hips press against yours a little harder this time.
"Good, honey. You make me feel so. fucking. good."
He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, one hand coming to grab the side of your neck, forcing you to look him in the eye before kissing you.
The two of you continue to swallow each other’s moans, you being the first to break so that you could catch your breath.
Harry can feel you tightening around him, he knows you’re getting close.
“Y’know,” he says before standing up slightly, removing himself from the bear hug position. You watch him grab hold of your legs, pushing them towards you so that he can go even deeper. “last time we fucked, I realized something.”
The sentence somewhat pulls you out of your haze, the fact that he’s referring to the day Liam found out catching you off guard. “Y-yeah?”, you ask.
“Yeah. It was right before you began to panic. Felt this pussy grip me so tight baby, if it weren’t for the circumstances I’m sure I would’ve came right then.”
Your brows furrow at his unspoken accusation, trying to focus on your pleasure instead, but Harry stops moving.
“Oh no sweetheart, you can’t ignore me.”
“Harry please.”
“Please what?” He taunts.
“Please make me cum.”, you cry out. The ache in your legs is only making your frustration worse, and Harry couldn’t care less.
“I will.”, he states. “But only if you admit that you wanted to get caught.”
“What-”
“Don’t play dumb baby.” He says paired with a circular motion of his hips, giving you a slight taste of what you could have. “Tell me how dirty you are, how you wanted him to see me fuck you.”
There’s a roughness to his voice, alongside the playful tone and you want to call him crazy. Tell him that he’s imagining things, and of course you’d never want that to happen, but you can’t. Because you know he’s right.
“Okay, okay, you’re right. I liked it, I wanted him to see us, I did.” Your voice is pitiful, airy moans following your admission once Harry begins thrusting again.
“I know love, I know. You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He coos, and you shake your head, causing him to let out a chuckle.
“Sluts never can.”
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I honestly feel like there could have been a better ending, but I’m not used to series’ so if anyone has any ideas, let me know ! Thanks for reading <3
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Suddenly it all makes sense.... 😌
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foolforharrry · 2 years
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Take That Back
Summary: Low key angry sex?
Word count: 3.1k words
I wrote this a lil while ago and it's based on my own characters.
Warnings: Smut and pure smut :)
If you guys have any feeback or requests that would be really much appreciated
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"You're gonna want to take that back, Y/N" He stands up from his seat, starting towards me where I'm sat by the kitchen island with my spoonful of food halfway between the plate and my mouth. Harry abandoned his food on the coffee table, the spaghetti barely touched.
I tilt my head to the side, slowly lowering the spoon, "Take what back? That you're an arrogant son of a bitch?", I challenge him, planting my feet on the ground to meet him in the middle of the room. "Because I was simply just stating the truth."
Instead of stopping, like I thought he would, he keeps walking, forcing me to retake my steps until my ass is pressed to the counter and Harry's body is flush against mine.
My breath hitches in my throat when he grasps my jaw, forcing me to crane my neck so my eyes can meet his. His pupils are blown so far that there is barely any green left in his irises as he leans his down until our noses touch and I can feel his breath hit my parted lips.
"Are you sure you don't want to take it back? This is your last chance before I fuck your throat so hard you can't speak."
I let out a shaky exhale, pinching my thighs together as his words go straight to between my legs. I struggle to maintain eye contact when his free hand squeezes my waist, gripping the counter hard enough for my knuckles to turn white as I speak, "You know I'm right."
Without giving me a chance to react, Harry connects our lips, my head tilting to the side from the force of it as I gasp in surprise. He takes the parting of my lips as an opportunity to tangle his tongue with mine.
After a few seconds, my body reacts to him before my mind can, my fingers tangling in his curls and gripping his waist. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest when he hoists me up to sit on the counter, moving his body between my legs without breaking the kiss. His centre pressed right against mine.
I can feel how hard he is already through the jeans we're both wearing as I am throbbing myself.
There is nothing gentle about the way he is clawing at every part of me he can get his hands on. The remnants of the wine and dinner is still on our tongues and the food forgotten when he grabs a handful of my hair in his grip, tugging it before he starts trailing kisses down my neck. Sucking and nibbling harshly at the skin before soothing the skin by licking it.
I let out an involuntary moan when he finds my sweet spot just underneath my jaw. He takes extra time there, suctioning the skin into his mouth gracing it with his teeth enough so that I'm sure I'll have a very visible hickey there tomorrow.
Harry's hips rut forward at the sound, groaning from the friction. His breath falters against my skin before he rips his mouth off my neck so he can reconnect our lips.
I welcome him back into my mouth, slipping my hand underneath his shirt. I let it travel over his smooth, warm skin, his abs contracting as I trace the waistband of his jeans. My body feels hot from his touch and I am ruining my underwear from how turned on I am.
Harry slaps my hand away when I start palming him through his jeans, groaning into my open mouth before he wraps his ring clad hand around my throat, pulling me off the counter.
"On your knees.", his voice is deeper than usual.
Normally I would protest to his demands, but I find myself dropping to my knees and looking up at him without a second thought.
Fucking hormones. I blame his fingers that are restricting the blood going to my brain just enough to make me feel dizzy.
"Look at you on your knees for me like a pathetic little slut.", he mocks me as he unbuckles his belt, his dick is straining against his jeans. "Whose slut are you?" Harry grasps my jaw, causing my swollen lips to pucker, popping the button before slowly dragging the zipper down.
When I don't answer immediately, he releases my face, retracting his hand before my head turns to the side from the force of his hand. The burning sting of his palm has me letting out a shaky breath. I pinch my thighs together as the throb between my legs is starting to get unbearable.
Harry crouches down in front of me. His nose touches mine as his hand goes back around my throat. Applying a dizzying pressure again, he grits, "I asked you a question, baby. Whose slut are you?"
"Yours.", I breathe out.
"Good girl.", he praises, pressing his lips against mine quickly before standing back up, ripping off both his trousers and underwear at the same time.
He lets out a groan when his dick hits his stomach. His tip is an angry red and leaking with precum. Rock hard.
I am practically drooling at the sight, my underwear definitely ruined. I meet his eye when he wraps his free hand around himself, slowly moving it up and down while occasionally letting his thumb swipe over his head. He throws his head back with a groan, his mouth falling open.
"Are you just gonna wank by yourself or do you want some help with that?"", I ask, my voice cracking from the pressure still around my neck.
His rings are reflecting the lights as he smirks at me, "If you want a taste, all you gotta do is use your words, pretty girl."
This man and his ego-
Without saying a word, I unbutton my jeans, slipping my hand inside to feel myself. I slide my long and pointer finger through my soaking folds, letting my arousal cover them before I start rubbing my clit with the pads of my fingers.
I let out a shaky moan from the instant relief and pleasure I'm getting from the stimulation as I maintain eye contact with Harry. He clenches his jaw in frustration when he sees what I'm doing, pulling me up by the throat again.
He rips my hand out of my jeans as he pins me back against the counter with his hips, bringing my hand to his face with the grips he has on my wrist before taking my wet fingers into his mouth.
He groans as he sucks on them, his warm tongue dragging up and down the digits before he pulls them out again. All whilst staring into my eyes.
"So fucking filthy. And so fucking sweet.", he says, brushing his fingertips back and forth along the waistband of my open jeans and underwear, making me suck in a sharp breath when he leans closer so I can feel his breath brushing against the shell of my ear as he whispers.
"You need me to get rid of that awful pressure in your belly, huh? I bet I would be able to feel just how wet you are through your jeans. You agree?"
When I nod, he trails his free hand up the front of my clenched thighs, tapping them for me to spread them. I comply and he slips his knee between my legs to keep them like that before he shifts so he goes along the inside of my thigh until he stops just below where I need him to touch me the most.
"Is this what I do to you?", he mumbles in my ear when he cups my centre through my clothes, "Your jeans are ruined, darling."
"I'd hope it would be my pussy that was ruined, but I guess clothes are all you can handle.", I shrug nonchalantly, knowing it will rile him up more than he already is.
Without a word, he bends down, throwing me over a shoulder and heading for the stairs after delivering a smack to my ass. I giggle before I slap his in return.
He pushes the door to the bedroom open, kicking it shut with the heel of his foot the second we're both through the door before he throws me on the bed, my body bouncing for a few seconds, causing me to laugh again.
But I shut my mouth very quickly when Harry crawls onto the bed. His face is hovering above mine, our bodies separated by inches. "How do you want me to ruin you?", he asks.
"My mouth?" He starts kissing down my neck.
"My fingers?" Said fingers drift up underneath my shirt, flattening his hand over my ribs. Just underneath my boobs.
"I was thinking more about your cock.", I say, sliding my hand down his torso, feeling his abs contract through the material of his shirt. "But any of those options seem good to me." I wrap my and around his length as I stroke him teasingly, smirking when he shudders. His nose pressed into my shoulder with a moaned 'fuck'.
He quickly swats my hand away while mumbling, "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum."
"Aw.", I coo, "Look who's being a pathetic slut right now?"
Harry is quickly sitting up. On his knees with most of his weight rested on my thighs. He shakes his head with a chuckle, "Oh, darling. You sure you don't want to take that back?"
I push my upper body off the bed, using my elbows to keep it up as I tilt my head to the side with a grin, "You're all bite, no bark, Styles."
"You don't know what you're talking about.", he grits his teeth in anger.
"Is that why you couldn't make me cum last time?"
I watch in satisfaction as his whole face drops in surprise before he starts rambling, "Jesus Christ. I'm so sorry. I thought it was good. What the fuck? You should've said something." He pinches the bridge of his nose and he looks completely mortified.
"Hey.", I get his attention back, stroking his thigh, "Some people are just a lil selfish and can't make a girl come."
Something in his eyes change, his expression becoming determined. "Are you calling me selfish?", once again, his voice drops dangerously as he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere behind him.
I don't know what heartbeat is strongest when I see his defined muscles flex with the movement.
When all I do is stare at him, he gestures to my body. That is still fully clothed. "I don't think that being the only one naked is fair."
"Let's do something about that, then.", I agree, grabbing the hem of my shirt after slipping my arms out of the sleeves, pulling it over my head as Harry unstraddles my lap. He starts pulling my jeans down my legs as I lift my hips to help him with it. And I'm left in my bra and soaked panties.
He smooths his hands over my thighs, his jaw drops with a groan when I unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall off my shoulders before I chuck it somewhere. "You're a fucking dream, baby. Absolutely gorgeous."
He opens his mouth to say something, but I shut him up by pulling him to me by his neck, enveloping his mouth with mine. He responds immediately, climbing over me with one hand cupping my face and his other fondling my tit, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers.
He lets out a groan when I grab his hair, forcing his head back so I can pepper kisses down his neck before suctioning his skin into my mouth, making sure my teeth lightly grace it before swiping my tongue over it after.
After giving him a few bruises, he pushes me back on the bed, my head hitting the pillows as he starts kissing down my body, until he reaches the top of my underwear, looking up at me through his lashes. "This ok?", he asks from where he is laying on his stomach between my spread, bent legs, taking the cotton between his fingers.
He tuts when I only nod, "I'm gonna need words, pretty girl."
"Please."
"That's my good girl." With that he rips the underwear straight off my body, making me wince at the burn. A shudder travels through my body when I can feel Harry's breath on my soaked centre.
His fingers spread my folds before dropping down to my entrance. "You're so fucking wet for me." "Just for you.", I breathe out.
When I feel him flattening his tongue against my pussy, licking a bold stripe up before enveloping my clit with his mouth, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue on the nerves.
I can't hold back the moan escaping my throat, my hips bucking from the pleasure as I bury my hand in his curly, soft hair. Tangling my fingers in them tightly to ground myself.
Harry groans against my heat when I tug on his hair, the extra vibrations making me roll my eyes back in pleasure.
All the pent up frustration and just how turned on I am, has the knot in my belly tightening and the balloon building a lot faster than I'm used to from his talented tongue.
"What the fuck?", I exclaim when Harry stops. His chin and lips are glistening with my arousal. He doesn't even bother to wipe them as he smirks, seeming far too happy with himself.
"I don't want you coming just yet.", he explains, "I want you to come with me."
I sit up completely, licking my lips, "On your back."
When all Harry does is look at me with confusion written all over his face, I move closer to him, wrapping my hand around his throat. "Did I fucking stutter?" "No", he gulps.
"Then go lay down on your back, Harry."
The level of confidence and power I feel when he scrambles to lay down where I was just seconds ago shouldn't feel this good.
I straddle his waist, hovering above him, making sure he is looking at my face, "You want me to ride you, baby?"
"Oh, fuck me." "Planning on it."
With that, I position him at my entrance before slowly sinking down on him. His hands grab my hips, fingers digging into the skin hard enough to leave bruises. The size of him burns, but the pain quickly turns into pleasure as he fills me to the brim.
Harry throws his head back with a drawn-out moan, his abs tightening. "Fuck. Please move, baby.", he pleads, "Please, please."
I smirk, bending down so I can kiss him, my hips moving up his rock hard length as I do. "Is my filthy whore begging?"
"If that means you'll do something. Anything. Then yes.", Harry pants, urging me to move with his hands.
I grant his wish, lifting my hips up until only his head is still in me before slamming my hips back down, moaning into his open mouth when he hits that one spot deep inside that has the knot in my stomach starting to build up again.
Sweat starts to form along my hairline as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, running one of his hands up my spine before wrapping my black hair around it, pulling my head back. I can't help the whimper that comes from the sharp pain in my scalp that immediately turns into pleasure.
I dig my fingernails into his chiselled chest to ground myself when I feel myself starting to get closer. Harry grunts, lifting his hand from my hips before bringing it down to my left ass cheek. Hard. Before he rubs the skin to soothe the pain. His cold rings are still on his fingers only making it hurt more.
"Fuck.", I whimper. "You like that, huh?", Harry asks, "Does my filthy girl like getting her pretty little ass spanked?"
"Yes.", I breathe out pathetically, my eyes squeezing shut in from the way my body feels like it's on fire. My thighs are burning from the exertion, my rhythm faltering.
Harry notices, taking my face in his hands. "Need me to take over?"
When I nod, he brushes the strands of hair that's fallen in front of my face, our noses bumping when he kisses me passionately. He flips us so I'm on my back, propping a pillow underneath my lower back before he hooks my knees over his shoulders.
He quickly slides back into me, not wasting a second before he starts pounding into me. The only sounds in the room are skin slapping against skin and heavy breathing.
My back arches at the change in tempo and the new angle. His movements are rough and precise, hitting all the right spots as he holds onto my thighs for leverage. "You feel so good, baby.", he praises, kissing my calf softly. Contrasting to the sharp thrusts of his hips.
"I'm gonna cum.", I nearly scream when he attaches his thumb to my clit, the added stimulation put together with him edging me has my body squirming. My thighs quiver as my orgasm feels like it's going to rip my body in half in the best way possible. The noises escaping me are uncontrolled as my eyes roll back in pleasure.
I can feel Harry following quickly, his thrusts getting sloppy before he fills me up, riding us both through our highs. He is chanting my name in my ear, drunk on pleasure as he collapses on top of me.
My legs fall off his shoulders as he slides his arms underneath my body, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His hair tickles my skin as my hand drifts to his back, drawing patterns across the muscles on either side of his spine.
I hum in contentment when he rubs my side with the pads of his fingers, enveloped by him. His smell. His taste. His body.
We just lay like that for a while. Enjoying the aftermath of our highs without a word.
That is until Harry slowly pulls his face out of my neck, his eyes soft as he presses a soft kiss to my cheek, murmuring sincerely. "I." One to my nose. "Love." One to my forehead. "You."
Finally, he pecks my lips, my cheeks burning red and my heart fluttering. "I love you too."
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Harry’s an asshole considering the genre of creature he’s and Y/N’s a sweetheart (continuous one shots)
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Word Count: 1.2k.
Authors Note: These will be short for the sanity of my mental health. I’m trying to write after 6months of hell. Please, do appreciate my effort by reblogging and leaving feedbacks.
KEEP ON SENDING DEMONRRY IDEAS AND REQ!!
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Blaring shriek whistles away with a celestial energy as the bullet train passes by in it’s full speed. Y/N pules indolently. Her joints feels lit on fire. Her head spinning and her vision blurry from her cry-session before. Her soul senseless to the happenings that’s taking behind her back in that shady corner of the tube’s stairs.
A man crying for help. Choking onto breath as his skin takes a colour of darkness. Eyeballs rolling back to prominent just the whites in them. Y/N’s ears perks up at the eerie scratching noise of nails raking down the grubby wall but her brain ignores it, makes it fly over her head.
She feels the same. Flying over the gates of heaven, candy clouds and glittery rainbows invades her all around.
“Sleep little baby.”
“The little baby doesn’t want to sleep.”
“The jumbie will eat him.”
Y/N sing-songs the lullaby her mother used to hum to her. It used to creep her in her childhood. The thought of a demon named Jumbie breaking into her home and eating her alive used to have her pants wet. But, now as she giggles the lullaby out. Capering and swaying from one feet to another all while hanging at the edge of the platform. It feels calm, numbing to her feelings and chaos whirling inside her.
Her sweet voice that of a siren bounces against the murky floors of the tube catching the attention of a creature that had their eyes already fixated on the human while they siphoned a soul that was meant for hell.
“The soucouyant will suck his blood and the witch—-“ Y/N’s intoxicated eyes shutter opens wide awake, her neck put at a weird angle and her arms stuck above her hip while she screams at the top of her lungs from the fear of getting her skull cracked against the metal frame of speedy passing train - but - there’s someone whose burning grip on her arm keeps her safe from falling and both giving her a heart-attack by not letting her move away from her death itself.
From her clumsiness and stupidness she was about to come under the train.
“You fucking twat!” Y/N squeaks out a hiss when a furious crotchety voice boomed almost quaking the walls on their spot, “Dumb fucking humans.” That just confuses Y/N more but just like any other thing, this also flies over her head and all she does when the adrenalin of dying pacifies down in her veins is that she grins up at whoever just shouted at her.
That grin flatters. The man in his twenties. Tall enough for her to look like a pea infront of him. With sensual pastoral eyes. Cinnamon chocolaty curls. Handsome, clean-shaved face and a jaw carved out of white stone is burning her alive with his intense angry glare.
Harry’s outraged with annoyance that because of this girl he had to let a foul soul slip from his hand.
He did an Angels work by protecting her. What a dumb fucking donkey he’s to be rescuing a human. He grumps to himself. Regretting to go out his way. His demon-ly ways.
He was unable to resist. When his eyes caught a girl in sheer white frock, dancing and signing her heart out - his rotten fingers slipped away from around the corrupt man’s throat. When her black leather jacket fell first on the train tracks his instincts were quick to leap in and pull her back but make her lick the taste of her own stupid medicine cruelly.
Why’s he feeling awful under her soft gaze!? What the fucks wrong with you? You fucking dog of Lucifer!?!?!?!!!!
Harry’s screaming internally at himself. Her bright soft aura almost fooled him to think she was an Angel. The pinks of her eyes making her seem high on the heavens water.
His grip tightens, rather protectively than to hurt her to get his revenge out of annoyance and he glowers his own hand as if to scold it.
“Youuu fuckin’ twattt!” Y/N giggles hysterically mimicking his northern accent with all of the dramatics and twists of mouth, “Oi what was that for!?” Y/N huffs stumbling backwards as Harry flicks her on forehead. He actually wanted to convert her into a mouse so she would be running around this awfully nasty train tube, slipping onto the gutter murk and trying to save herself from getting squished under human boots, for that she looks like a person who’s a clean freak.
Harry turns away from her with an irate roll of his mean eyes and Y/N gasps grumpily, “Oi!” She hiccups a bubble of whatever alcoholic drink she chugged down. Trying to grasp onto his bicep. He’s too bulk for her small hands.
His voice low and monotone as he brushes her off easily, without a remorse, “Don’t you’ve a home to go to you little rat.” His thumbs twitches in his fist not bearing her cold velvet touch on his skin. His lips thins into exasperation. Vexed sigh gurgling within depths of his chest when Y/N leans all over him practically melting into his back, her cheek cutely squished against his sharp shoulder blade as she hugs his arm for life.
What in the clingy fucking fuck.
“Nooooo…” She baubles out sadly. Her pout wavering and her chin wobbling with tears popping and glistening on her waterline.
“Shoo away you rat.” Harry all but ignores her act shrugging his arm to get rid of her instead she wraps herself more securely around him, where she’s just his other skin.
He groans stomping his custom Gucci shoes harshly against the floor. Thumbing at his eyes crudely and tugging at his own curls madly, before snapping his fingers and vanishing into thin air.
Going invisible while being there, inches away from her.
Y/N blinks her eyes inhumanely possible. Taking a 360 of her space and seeing just a couple sitting far off at the bench, her heart shrinks down to her stomach.
Her knees weakens, the heat from her cheeks drains to reveal paleness and Harry smirks, having his lil fun in getting her shit her pants but his own plan blows at him when she flops on her knees drunkenly and starts to cry, with loud shaky sobs and big fat tears.
“Where did you gooooaaaaa!!?” A string of saliva attaches from her bottom lip to her upper one as she opens her mouth wide enough to stuff two Big Macs while she whined and cried, she’s a proper misery party. Her eyes swollen and wet, shut brutally tight that even the tears are finding their way to slip out.
“Can you please shut up?” Harry pops out of blue making himself visible again and she yips out in surprise finding him shadowing over her face mere threads away. A stinging smack echoes in the air, her hand comes in contact to his cheek and if he hadn’t asked the Lucifer to stone him to death he will now after getting slapped by a girl who’s a fucking mortal.
Out of her fright and flight mode her hand flew to land against his cheek and to compensate that, her short length arms instantly weaved around his neck, Harry’s dead heart almost revives to life upon his first humanly hug after centuries of blankness.
“I’m so sorry—- please don’t leave me…” She weeps into his neck in sheer panic and fright, twisting the collar of his black shirt.
Harry just keeps his arms to himself. Shutting his eyelids into defeat and irritation.
“What a fucking torture of a human you’re, little rat.”
He’s about to count his days on the same watch Lucifer gifted him.
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Shortbread kisses
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“ Hungry eyes were on him, making him feel wanted. Most of the people attracted to fine just stare, his sharp jawline making saliva collect in their mouths. He knew what he was doing, a lot of people have a thing for a masculine authority figure. It tickled a part of their brains Harry liked to scratch. His hair is pushed back by his now accentuated hand, rings missing for the night. Harry puts his glass to his lips when he sees her.” Or Harry goes to a sex club and Y/N comes back into his life
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Harry had never taken himself as an orgy kind of guy, never. So when his nail tech recommended it to him, it threw his mind for a whirl. Not only did he decline Tara's offer, but he almost fired her on the spot until she explained herself. The freelance nail tech explained how he had only been so stressed lately, and it showed.
" Harry, listen, it's nothing personal, I promise." She brushed away the filed nail dust and shut the drill off, " it's just that when I'm not having enough time to myself, it puts me to my breaking point of stress and I break. So instead I have put the free time I would spend watching Dynasty on Fridays and I have some fun." Harry knows how into that show Tara was, never really sure if she was into the show or Liz Gillies more.
" I just don't think it would be for me Tara," she cuts off his rejection.
" And that is okay, but it's safer than the more popular ' one night stands' you favor so much, trust me. You have to show up with clear STD tests, condoms at all times-" she stops to think. " Well unless agreed by both parties." She turns on the file once again. " I'll message you the phone number to one of the clubs I go to."
Harry truly didn't think it was going to happen, but here he was, in a suit nonetheless, filling out the paperwork. Tara wasn't kidding when she said it was safe, a photocopy of his driver's license, birth certificate, and recent address were all on file.
" Okay Mr. Styles, if you go and follow that hallway it will lead you to some lockers where you can keep your personal belongings you don't want to take into the main floor. You'll be locker 215, the combination is set to your birth year." Listening to the man at the front desk he finds his designated locker for the night and is surprised by the lock, it looks like one you would see for an automated lawn gate.
Walking out to the main floor, as the secretary said, walking up to the main bar and getting a scotch. Harry had left his jacket suit in his locker, so with his sleeves rolled up he leaned over to the bartender and asked, " How am I meant to pay if I was told to leave my wallet in a locker?"
" Everyone is checked in through the system by locker number, so you tell me and I'll add it to a tab." The black woman rocking purple box braids and bold eyeliner explained to him.
" Okay, it's 215." The bartender hands him his drink and he quickly throws it back, promising to sip the next one. With that Harry walks away and looks around.
Hungry eyes were on him, making him feel wanted. Most of the people attracted to fine just stare, his sharp jawline making saliva collect in their mouths. He knew what he was doing, a lot of people have a thing for a masculine authority figure. It tickled a part of their brains Harry liked to scratch. His hair is pushed back by his now accentuated hand, rings missing for the night. Harry puts his glass to his lips when he sees her.
Barely dressed, a short white sundress tucked above her ass, a sheer white thong on display. Even though he could only see the back of her and the left side of her face, he knew it was Y/N. The same woman whom he had a schoolyard crush on, who wore some form of pigtails all the time, his Y/N, still radiating innocence even when her breasts are out and two men are standing on either side of her. One man is licking into her through the thong while the other is putting his lips wherever he can.
Harry decides he wanted to see her face, and once he did, she makes eye contact and doesn't let go. It makes Harry remember how her mother used to own a bakery, how he would get lunch there every Wednesday and Thursday. How her mother encouraged him to come in more often, and how she gave him free coffee in the mornings. How he overheard Y/N begging her to stop because she had a crush on him and it was " embarrassing".
She blinks and breaks eye contact when the man not eating her cunt puts a thumb in her mouth and pulls her to look up at him, he can hear him ask her if she was still interested in getting fucked by him. She shook her head no and looked back over at Harry. He nods and she walks over to Harry.
" I guess the whole part where I act like I haven't been watching is a bit too taboo for us hmm?" Harry chuckles out, setting his drink down to be forgotten about.
" Hi Harry, can I kiss you?" Y/N asks, trying to be polite.
" Well I sure hope I can do more than that-" She decides she's done waiting and jumps in to catch his slightly chapped lips. Harry pulls her off, " Is that any way to be good for me?" Harry watches her eyes gloss over with more want than he had ever seen. "Let's sit, so I can get you on my lap. How does that sound Love?"
" Good, that sounds good," Harry pulls her into his lap on the nearest couch.
" Why don't you ride my thigh for a sec? Hmm? So I can get acquainted with these beauties?" He asks, referencing her tits. She slides over and begins to grind down, her clit still being sensitive from the other bloke. Her arousal was audible and Harry was eating it up, leaning in and catching one of her areolas in his mouth.
He gently bit down on the tip, coursing a mewl out from the back of her throat.  Y/N threw her head back in relief when Harry shifted his knee up, giving her a new angle to fuck herself upon. Letting go of her nipple Harry leans into her ear.
" Does that feel good Y/N? Better than to two men who obviously weren't aware you were my good girl, hm? Do I need to get you a leash? I think we both know you're done whoring yourself out without permission." Harry's words cup her ears like a melody, sending her into momentary bliss, he treats her earlobe as his own personal chew toy, grazing it harsher than most would like. For her though, makes her gasp as if she had never had air before, and he was only just now giving it to her.
" Can I- Can I-" She can't even get her words out.
"Let's get on the floor so I can get you on my cock? Hmm?" He noses into her neck, " how does that sound?"
" Good! Amazing even!" She's huffing and puffing out in arousal. Harry, lifting her off his pant leg, can see the not subtle damp spot on the area.
" Would you look at that? You're even soaking through my trousers." She grabs ahold of his belt, taking control of the situation. Harry is pushed onto the ground and is mounted like a horse in the blink of an eye. " Desperate are we?" He kicks off his shoes.
" Condom?" She is all business at this point.
" In the left pocket." She takes it and pushes off his briefs and slacks to his knees. Condom on- by him-, she begins to lower herself onto his prick as Streets by Doja Cat starts to play. Like it was setting the mood for the events to occur.
Y/N felt herself stretch out around him, a pleasurable burning sensation fluttering through her abdomen. She didn't get a good look at his size before she was sliding on but, " Oh wow," her little remark she had said while fitting him inside her said it all. Sure, over the years Y/N has seen his prick a few times in passing, sometimes it was just behind the pants she has dropped a glass of water on, other times it was his speedo at the pool or accidentally walking in on him in the showers in the boys changing rooms at school.
But never in her wildest dreams did she ever think that the same Harry she had known throughout high school would be the one to fuck her on the floor of a sex club floor.
Meanwhile, the only thing running through Harry's head was " Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum." Because if he does now, he might as well fall off the side of the earth, move to Mars, and pretend that he actually likes the taste of kale.
Y/N was so warm and inviting , walls squeezing him just right, just like he had imagined in his prepubescent years. Her petite moans sounding like liquid gold in his ears, making his reach up and take hold of her hips, rocking her faster than before.
Harry had never given so much of his brain-stored wank material to one person, but here he was.  Letting the same girl that he used to think of during his Thursday night when he was in a boyband ride his dick.
All while getting caught up and lost in the feeling of his fantasy on his legs, he can see the two men from earlier come from behind to join his fun. Harry watches from his newly opened eyes as a blonde who had been eating her cunt earlier comes behind and grabs her left breast, bringing it into his mouth.
Harry has to force himself not to lose his mind at the fact her noises weren't for him anymore, he shared them with the eye-candy bodybuilders. The other man from her earlier group comes and puts his mouth on her neck and tweaks her other nipple, his black t blue braids falling on his melanin-rich skin.
If this were any other night,m with any other woman, Harry would let his wildest fantasies about them come to life, even now he can imagine the way his cock would bulge out of the blondes throat, the curls of the other natural hair type falling on his neck while he gets taken from behind. But Y/N?  Y/N is his.
" Oh, Harry!"  Y/N slurs out at a high volume as he starts to ram his hips up into her, like her cumming on his prick was all he needed to do be he died.
Harry had decided he had enough with sharing what he proclaimed as is and flipped the pair so she was underneath him. Angling up to her g-spot like her lifeline was attached.
" We'll leave you alone man," One of the two- he isn't sure which- says behind him. The same man who spoke dropped something next to him, but he didn't focus on it until the other one spoke in his ear.
" Said something about his being the same model she had at home., grabbed a clean one for you." Harry could feel the roughness of his 5'o'clock shadow on the back of his neck. Reaching around he grabbed- what he now realizes is a vibrator- and turned it on.
" Thanks, mate, I've got her from now on though, she's mine." He can hear a deep chuckle behind him and their footsteps walking away before he places it on her clit. " Do you like that Princess? Just enough for you?"
" Harrrryyyy, fuck," she was a panting mess beneath him, " Im gunna cum-" she was cut off by Harry turning up the speed on the toy in his hand.
" Do it," he whispered in a somber voice, and that was all it took for the tension to break in her abdomen. Soon he was following behind her with his own release. " Fuck Princess."
Not long after the movement had stopped a- what he assumes is a waitress- came by with towels for the two, " Sir," was the only word she spoke to the two before Harry tied off the condom and threw it away in the whiskey that was still nearby.
" Hi Harry, I miss you. How've you been?" He looked down at the still dazed girl beneath him.
" Good Y/N, better now that you're back in my life. What're you doing in New York? That's pretty far away from your mother's bakery, no?"
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Mafia Harry x (non) virgin y/n
Pt 5
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Y/n had never seen Harry this mad before she didn’t know how to approach him or ev n if she should at all. She knew he has to be strong and almost evil sometimes to run the empire he does but to her he never really showed her that side of him.
Y/n was scared not that she thought Harry would hurt her, she knows him better then that. He always left his Mob boss persona at the door. What could have made him so mad, she hoped it wasn’t something she had done, she hasn’t been on the receiving end of one of Harry’s punishments yet and she is torn if she never wants to be or really wants to be. Confusing she thinks how can she want two different things that contradict each other, maybe she was overthinking anyway she hasn’t been anywhere to do anything wrong so she feels she has no need to worry that this explosion going on downstairs has something to do with her. That doesn’t mean she is going to venture out of the bedroom and downstairs to find, she thinks waiting here is her best bet.
It seems she was right in staying in her bedroom until she shrieked and almost fell of the bed when her door flew open and there stood a very pissed off Harry styles.
“H-Harry?” She tried to really hard to not sound as terrified as she actually was. He says nothing, his piercing green eyes pinning her down. Y/n can’t help but move her body slowly towards the headboard in a way to put even the smallest bit of extra distance between her and and a extremely frightening Harry. She feels like that are in a stand off that is never ending.
So when he takes a step towards her she can’t control the small sob that falls from her lips, she is honestly scared. If Harry had not been so fucking mad, over finding out one of his trusted men betrayed him and stole a 5 million dollar drug shipment he might have realized that he shouldn’t have come to find y/n until he got his anger under control. If his head was clearer he would see the true fear on his girls face.
Instead he stalked towards the shaking girl with the devil in his eyes and a need to fuck out all his anger. Harry wasn’t usually a selfish man when it came to his lovers and he especially wasn’t selfish when it came to y/n. Right now though he only had his own needs on the forefront of his mind.
Y/n watches as Harry stops at the end of the bed, she has practically curled herself up in fetal position against the headboard.
His voice comes out harsh and demanding.”I want you to strip and then lay on your back with your arms above your head. You will stay still if you can’t follow my instructions then I will tie you down, do you understand.” She nods and starts to sit up to take her clothes off when his hand roughly grabs her face.” You will answer me with words! Now I’ll ask you again do you understand?” He growled, a few tears ran down her cheek as she answered him. “Yes Harry I understand.” “Good, now strip.”
Y/n can’t quite get her body to stop the tremors that are running thru it, as she is laying as Harry had instructed, he is fully dressed looming over her like he is trying to decide what to do to her. She sees him removing his belt, she still isn’t sure what put him in this mood, she wonders is it something she had? She can’t recall doing anything, he gave her a sweet kiss on the lips when he was leaving this morning and now well she didn’t know what was going on.
Harry had been rough with y/n a few times and she had always enjoyed it, she wasn’t so sure that this was going to be the case this time. As she was lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice Harry had placed himself on the bed scooting up towards her, her shirt was gone and his pants open and slightly hang off his hips.
Y/n just stared at him as he moved his way up the bed till he was throwing one leg over her head encasing her face between his thighs. “Open.” He commands as he pulls his himself out already extremely hard. She does what she is told and before she can blink he shoved his cock straight down her throat. Her reaction was to bring her hands up to push him off but he only grabbed them and pinned them under his thighs.
Harry continued to to fuck her face with no thought to her, he was enjoys her gagging and tears which if he payed attention were sobs. When he finally pulled out to give her a second all her heard was her scream “RED!RED!RED!”
That was the moment he finally snapped out of it looking down at the girl he swore to protect, his girl. Y/n was sobbing, he quickly got off of her and went to lay down by her side but she turned away from him and that broke his heart. He can only imagine how hurt you are, he prays not physically but he can’t even be sure of that.
“Baby, oh god baby.” He gets out in shaking breaths.”I’m so sorry, baby. Please, please y/n look at me. I need to see your face to know your ok.” All he got was a scoff and her back stiffened “I don’t need to do anything for you! The only thing I need is for you to leave.” She was trying to be strong but they could both hear the tremors in her voice as it was breaking more with every word she spoke.
He went to gently rub her back but she jerked away. He knew he had no choice but to give her the space she needed right now.
“Alright darling, I’m gonna go downstairs for a bit. I love you y/n and I’m so sorry I never want to hurt you and I’ll do anything to make things right between us.” Harry hung his head as he got no response and exited the room shutting the door behind him. As soon as the door clicked he heard her sobs and he has never felt like such a piece of shit that he does right now. Whatever it takes he will make it up to her, he has to he can’t loose her.
To be continued….
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Pleasing (vday blurb)
In which Harry takes y/n out for valentines day, and y/n gets a bit handsy when she's drunk. :)
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Harry’s hand grazes y/n’s face, pushing the hair out of her eyes. They’re cuddled up in his bed together, y/n scrolling mindlessly on her phone while Harry just sort of… lies there and stares at her. Her eyes glimmer with the light of her screen, distracted and unaware of how Harry’s eyes flicker across her face. He doesn’t mind how distracted she is, though, because it means he can stare at her as much as he wants (without her getting shy and hiding away).
“Baby,” he whispers, running his thumb over her cheekbone. 
“Hm?” she doesn’t look up from her phone, but kisses the pad of his finger as he traces over her lips. 
“What’s your schedule like on Tuesday?”
“Um…” she locks her phone and throws it down on the bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she tries to remember what she has planned for the upcoming week. “I have class at 10, and then my last class ends at two…”
“Are you working?” he asks, resting his hand on her hip and pulling her close. 
“No…” Harry’s thigh makes its way between her legs, tangling their limbs together now that she’s finally off her phone. “S’weird cos I always get scheduled on Tuesdays. Dunno why Alfredo decided not to this week.” 
Harry hides his smile, already knowing the answer to that. He specifically made sure that she wouldn’t be working on this special night. 
“So you’re free then?” 
“Yeah, I should be.” she says with a cute smile, excited that Harry’s hinting at doing something special together. “Why?”
He chuckles. “Do you even know what next Tuesday is?”
She furrows her brows at him, still smiling, but a bit confused. “Um…” she pulls out her phone and opens up her calendar. “Next tuesday… the 14th of February…” her breath catches in her throat and she looks up at him with round, soft eyes. “Oh.”
His eyes are warm as he laughs, crinkling softly in the corners. She’s adorable, the way she looks up at him with such wide, surprised eyes, looking like he just asked her to marry him when he literally only brought up valentines day. It makes his heart melt, his sweet, precious girlfriend, so easily excited and happy. Like a little bundle of sunshine lying right in his arms. 
For her entire life, she’s always been alone on Valentine’s day. She’s never had someone buy her flowers or take her out for dinner on that special day… she’s usually just at home, by herself, studying or doing laundry as if it were any other day of the year. She’s spent so many years ignoring the fact that it was even a holiday… that she totally forgot that it was coming up this month. 
But Harry remembered. 
“Can I take you out, baby? Will you be my valentine?”
Her heart flutters as Harry whispers to her softly, looking into his eyes and just drowning in the adoration that fills them. His eyes are always so warm, so loving and kind, communicating so much to her without having to say anything. It overwhelms her, how wonderful and perfect he is. She hides herself in his chest, whining softly. He’s the sweetest in the world and it makes her want to cry. 
Harry laughs, and y/n can feel the deep vibrations rumbling through his chest. “Why’re you hiding?” he asks, the smile evident in his voice as he smooths a palm over her hair. 
“You’re perfect,” she whines, burying herself deeper into his neck. She never in a million years thought that she’d be lucky enough to have such an amazing boyfriend. A kind, sweet, handsome boyfriend who planned special things for valentines day, who coddled her and kissed her and took care of her so sweetly. 
She loves him. She’s bursting with it and it takes everything in her not to say it out loud. The three words have been on the tip of her tongue for weeks now, slowly growing more and more prominent in the forefront of her mind. It’s so hard for her to just not say, especially when he does all these sweet things.
He kisses her hair and wraps both of his arms around her, letting her hide in his chest even though he wants nothing more than to see her pretty eyes. “Just want t’make you happy baby,” he says quietly. 
She lifts her head and asks him with a shy smile, “What are we gonna do?”
He kisses the tip of her nose. “It’s a surprise.”
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After her classes on Tuesday, she rushes home and hops in the shower for a solid hour. She does her full body shower routine, deep conditions her hair and puts on a face mask so that she’s feeling nice and pampered. She’s planning on getting all dolled up tonight – she’s gonna do her make-up all nice and style her hair, wear a pretty dress and heels that she only busts out twice a year.
As a busy college student, she doesn’t really get the chance to make herself feel pretty. She’s genuinely so caught up with school and work all the time that she barely has an extra 10 minutes to do her makeup or pick a nice outfit in the mornings. She usually rolls out of bed and goes to class in her comfiest sweatshirt and jeans, with minimal makeup and her hair thrown up so that it’s out of her face while she’s studying.
That’s why these dates with Harry are always such a treat for her! He always plans them on days when he knows that she’s not busy… never during her stressful midterms weeks or when she has a long shift at the restaurant. He makes sure that he can treat her to a nice night after she’s done cramming for her physics midterm, so that she can really relax and enjoy herself. 
With no homework or upcoming exams, she has all night to get ready and feel pretty. Then, around seven-ish, Harry texts her that he’s on the way to pick her up. 
She puts on a coat and dabs her lips with a light layer of gloss, staring at herself in the mirror and taking a deep breath. Her heart flutters in her chest as she heads out the door, nervous to see Harry… not in a bad way, more-so a romantic, jittery, I-can’t-wait-to-kiss-my-hot-boyfriend way. 
Harry’s shiny black car stands out like a sore thumb in front of her crappy college apartment, big and expensive and an object of envy to any of the broke college kids who walk past. She rushes down and sees Harry standing out of the car, leaning against the passenger's side door. He smiles at her, that hot half smile that makes his cheek dimple. 
He’s dressed in a dark teal suit, with white stitching around the wrists and under the lapels. Underneath it, he wears a silvery blue silk button down, which he’s left unbuttoned enough to show off the beautiful butterfly on his stomach. His hard rings glimmer on his fingers as he waves at her, and as she walks towards him, she finds a delicate pearl necklace also wrapped around his neck. 
When she reaches him, he rests a hand on her hip and cradles her jaw with the other hand. “Baby,” he murmurs, flickering his eyes all over her face, “you look so pretty.” He leans down and kisses her softly, her sticky gloss transferring onto his lips as they pucker, and he hums at the sweet taste of it. When he pulls off from the kiss, his lips shine prettily with the shimmer of her gloss. She giggles and wipes it off with her thumb. 
“I love this suit,” she whispers, smoothing her hands over the expensive fabric. The silk feels soft under her palms, thin enough so that she can feel the hard ridges of his abdomen twitch as she gracefully dances her fingers across the material. Her eyes flicker over the dainty jewelry he wears, fingers coming up to toy with the cross hanging from his neck and trace the tiny pearls on his collarbones. The heads of his swallows peek out from under his shirt, and she swallows thickly. 
Her boyfriend is… crazy hot. His hair is swirled messily atop his head, a stray curl falling into his eyes, and his stubble… god, his stubble. She kisses him again, holding his face, his facial hair scratching against her palms deliciously. She loves the way it feels against her skin, ticklish against her soft cheeks. She doesn’t want to stop kissing him in front of his car, doesn’t want to stop feeling his stubble or his large palms on the curve of her waist, but he pulls away with a cocky smirk on his pink lips. “C’mon puppy, don’t get too excited just yet.” 
He opens the car door for her and holds a hand out to help her into the car like a true gentleman, but she hesitates to climb in. When Harry looks at what she’s looking at, he lets out a breathy laugh. “Oh,” he chuckles, picking up the bouquet of flowers that he’d left on the passenger's seat. “Forgot t’give you these.” He smiles shyly, the slightest hint of a blush growing on his cheeks as he gives her the bundle of pink and white flowers. 
She melts right then and there, turning around with heart eyes. “Thank you,” she says with wide eyes. She goes to give him another kiss, but Harry dodges it by putting a thumb to her lips, knowing that if she gets on his lips they’ll be standing in front of his car and making out for another three minutes. 
“No more kissing, puppy,” he says, patting her ass and urging her into her seat. “Don’t wanna be late to our reservation.” 
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Y/n looks around in awe as Harry leads them through the beautiful vineyard. Harry’s brought them to a restaurant, y/n doesn’t know where, but by the looks of it… it’s expensive. Their table is outdoors, on a patio that overlooks miles and miles of grape vines. The patio itself is covered by the green plants, climbing up the rails of the fence and curling over the patio roof over them. The plants are lined with fairy lights, a soft, romantic ambiance that’s accompanied by the gentle hum of the other customers at the restaurant. 
Harry pulls out her chair for her, then takes a seat across from her. Their table is set up beautifully, with a single rose sitting in a vase as the centerpiece, surrounded by tea candles that burn softly. 
“Harry,” she whispers, still looking around and taking it all in, “this place is so pretty.” 
He smiles proudly. “One of my friends owns it,” he says, grabbing his napkin and draping it across his lap. “We went to culinary school together.” 
Y/n copies him, happy to be here but a little out of place. She’s just a college kid, she doesn’t really go to fancy restaurants… so she needs Harry to hold her hand a bit and tell her what to order. “What kind of food do they have here?” she says, confused that she hasn’t been given a menu yet.
“S’not the food we’re here for, s’the wine,” he explains with a soft smile.
Her mouth rounds out in a soft o, and she looks around, understanding the whole aesthetic. The vineyard, the wine glasses, the wall of wine bottles that they walked past… obviously this place is a winery. 
“Excited to try some wine? Get a little educated?” he teases. She’s reminded of how the first time she went over to his apartment and he cooked for her, he’d brought out wine for her and she’d admitted that she didn’t know anything about wine. 
Harry, being the sophisticated chef he is, is some sort of wine connoisseur who manages to pick out wines that y/n actually likes, since she usually finds them to be bitter and dull.
She’d rather have a shot of tequila and get drunk quickly instead of having to sip on some yucky wine. But drinking wine with Harry is always fun, and she’s excited for whatever he’s got planned. He has good taste and she has no doubt she’s gonna love everything they try tonight. 
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“Harryyy,” y/n giggles, tugging at the lapels of his suit. She’s leaning all of her weight into him, arms wrapped around his neck in a clingy way. Harry wraps an arm around her waist, trying to hold her steady as he chuckles softly to himself. She is such a lightweight.
During the wine tasting, their waiter brought out four different types of wine for them to try, each served with a different meal. The first was a wine meant to pair well with their appetizer of fancy french cheese and fruit, the second a palate cleanser, the third a deep red wine served with their pasta dish, and the final one a sweet dessert wine that y/n really liked. All of those glasses, especially that last one, have made y/n tipsy and super clingy. She’s busy suckling a love mark.
“Baby, c’mon, we gotta go,” he chuckles, trying to coax her out of his neck where she’s busy suckling a love mark.
She bites down on his skin, then presses a soft kiss over the mark she made at the base of his throat. “You look so hot in this suit,” she murmurs, gasping softly in his ear as his grip on her hip tightens. Holding onto him tightly, she feels his biceps bulging under his suit as he tries to guide her discreetly out of the restaurant and into the car. Feeling how strong and muscled he is… mmm it makes her feel things. She leans in for another kiss to his jaw, then bites down on his earlobe seductively.
“Puppy…” he warns, voice low and daunting. “S’not the time f’that.” 
She trails a hand down his chest, teasing at the buckle of his belt, “But I want you daddy.” 
His jaw clenches and he tries not to react, looking around to make sure that nobody’s paying attention to how dangerously close y/n’s fingers are getting to his crotch. Luckily, they’re the only two standing outside of the winery entrance, but he still grabs her wandering hands and stops them from teasing him any further. Holding both of her wrists in front of her in one of his hands, he looks down at her wide, dreamy eyes. She bites her lip playfully and blinks up at him, feigning innocence. 
“Need you to behave,” he coos, the hand not holding her wrists coming up to thumb at her bottom lip. “If you’re good… then I have a surprise for you at home.”
Her eyes widen excitedly. “What is it?” she asks breathlessly.
“S’a surprise,” he says again, eyes glimmering teasingly. He loves his tipsy girlfriend, so sweet and easily excited like a little puppy. He just needs to get them home without her trying to strip him in public. “Can you do that for daddy? Be a good girl until we get home?”
She nods eagerly. 
“Good,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss her lips softly, like a little treat for her obedience. She looks up at him with these wide, dreamy eyes, and it makes Harry smile to himself. His little overexcited, easy to please puppy. 
“Now,” he smooths a hand over her hair, looking down at her with a soft smile. “Need to go say hi to Leo before we leave, do you want to come with me?”
She nods sweetly, on her best behavior. 
“No funny business, m’kay?” he warns. “Or else you're in for it when we get home.” 
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“Will you pour me a glass too?” y/n asks sweetly, sitting patiently on Harry’s couch as he uncorks the new bottle of wine. 
Leo, Harry’s old culinary school friend who owned the vineyard, had gifted them a bottle of the expensive dessert wine that y/n had loved so much as a thank you for coming to try his restaurant. This was perfect, as Harry, who hadn’t drank that much since he was gonna drive the two of them home, was ready to really indulge in the wine that he’d only taken a sip of at dinner. 
Y/n, despite already being tipsy from her four glasses of wine, is insistent on having another glass. The wine was just so yummy and sweet, with the aroma of berries and chocolate, it barely felt like she was drinking wine!
“I think you’ve had enough, puppy,” Harry says, pouring only one glass. If she has any more wine, she won’t be sober enough to even open the gifts he has for her. 
She pouts petulantly, “Who are you to tell me how much wine I can drink?”
He chuckles, beyond amused by her silly antics. She’s so cute when she’s drunk. “How about we just share this one puppy?” he tries to ration, “Won’t that be easier?”
She mulls it over, and remembers how sexy it was last time when he fed her wine from his glass. “Fine,” she sighs, leaning into him when he takes a seat next to her on the couch. The thought of sharing a glass with him and getting to suck the remnants off of his wine stained lips is the only thing that makes her agree. 
From behind his back, Harry reveals a small, Tiffany blue box. Y/n’s eyes widen and her heart stutters. “Harry,” she says, sitting up straight as he presents her with the gift. “Is this for me?”
He nods. “Open it,” he says with a soft dimple in his cheek.
She takes the box from him with wide eyes. “I didn’t know we were doing gifts,” she says with a pout. “I didn’t get you anything.” 
“Didn’t want you t’get me anything, baby,” he murmurs, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Just saw it and thought of you. Valentine’s day was just an excuse for me t’give it to you.” 
She takes the small box from him and opens it gently, as though she’s afraid of breaking it. Inside is a delicate, heart shaped pendant on a dainty chain, resting softly atop the pillowy satin interior of the box. She traces over the soft detailing on the small pendant, in awe. Harry, thankful, has good taste, and hasn’t gotten her an obnoxiously large or colorful piece of jewelry. No, this necklace is dainty and subtle, just the way she likes, and as cheesy as the heart shaped pendant is… it makes her chest grow warm with love.
Harry’s large fingers pluck the necklace out of its box, and toy with the pendant for a second. The heart opens up, and reveals a picture of the two of them. “Look, it’s a locket,” he says proudly, showing her the tiny picture hidden in the heart of the pendant. She gasps and holds the pendant up to her face. The picture he’s chosen is one of her favorites, from one of their dates in the park when she’d randomly asked an elderly woman near them to take a picture of herself and Harry. 
The two of them don’t have many pictures together, in full honesty, just because they’re often just spending time with each other and don’t have any reason to take pictures. But that day, there was just something that made her want to remember the way she was feeling. In the picture, Harry stands behind her with his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Y/n holds onto his forearms, giving a huge, cheesy smile to the camera while Harry gives a kiss to her cheek.
This perfect moment in time, captured and stored in this heart shaped locket that she could wear right on top of her own heart… it makes her lower lip wobble and her eyes start to tear up. “Harry,” she barely manages to whisper around the thickness in her throat.
Harry’s quick to put the wine glass onto the coffee table in front of him as soon as he sees the tears. “Sweetheart?” he’s confused as she climbs into his lap, settling herself on his thighs and burying her face in his neck.
“I love you,” she sniffles into his chest, her tears rolling down her cheeks silently. “I love you so much. You’re the best, you’re so special to me, I love you.” This entire valentines day has made her so happy, and the fact that she’s tipsy on wine certainly doesn’t help her control over emotions. 
He lets out a chuckle that's a mixed sigh of relief, “Oh, sweetheart.” His hands smooth over her hair, and he pulls her up so that she’s no longer hiding in his neck and he can see her teary eyes. “I love you, you know I do,” he says, rubbing his thumb under her eyes and wiping away her tears. “My sweet girl, I love you more than you know.” 
She sniffles, and more tears come rolling down her face. “You do?” 
“F’course, m’love. Love seeing you, love being with you.” He kisses her cheek. “Please don’t cry, precious,” he whispers, “it hurts me. Don’t want t’see you crying.” 
“S-sorry.” She tries to gain control over her emotions, but every time she looks into Harry’s eyes and sees the warmth and adoration pouring from them, a new round of tears comes. “Harry, I love you,” she says again, holding onto his shirt to really make her point. “Wanted to tell you for so long, I-I love you so much. M’so glad you love me,” she sobs.
“Oh baby, you’re gonna make me start crying too,” he coos, running his thumb over her red bitten lips. “Can I put the necklace on for you? V’been wanting to see it on ever since I got it for you.”
She nods, sitting back and letting the last of her tears fall. Moving her hair out of the way, she bares her neck to him so that he can clasp the dainty chain at the nape of her neck. The heart shaped pendant rests delicately atop her chest, right below her collarbones and only a few inches away from her beating heart. She looks down at the necklace, playing with the locket and clicking it open to stare at the sweet picture inside.
“I love it,” she mumbles, letting it fall back down on her chest so that she can wrap her arms around Harry once more. 
He kisses her, “I love you.”
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After the tears, comes lots of wine. 
Harry genuinely finds it impossible to say no to y/n when she asks for a sip from his glass, especially when she climbs on his lap and blinks up at him so prettily. “Please?” she asks, resting her hands on his chest and watching as he sips from the glass. She bites her lip, watching as his tongue darts out to lick the remnants of the cherry wine off of his lips. 
“Y’sure you can handle more, baby?” he teases, his thumb tugging her lip out from between her teeth and watching it bounce back into place. His eyes flicker down to where his locket sits prettily atop her chest. This was his girl, sitting in his lap with his heart hanging around her neck. He looks back up at her, and she’s staring at him–puppy eyes and all–begging for a sip of the sweet wine. “Not sure a little girl like you should be having so much wine...” 
“M’not a little girl!” she grumbles, though she pouts like a little baby. 
He hums, amused, pressing small, wet kisses up the column of her throat. She tries to be mad at Harry’s teasing, eyebrows furrowed with an upset frown planted on her lips, but she can’t help the whine that bubbles from her throat when Harry licks and sucks at her neck so seductively. He whispers against her skin, “you think you deserve it?” 
“I-I do,” she barely manages to whimper out. 
“Let’s see then,” he murmurs, bringing the glass up to her lips. One of his large palms rests on her hip, holding her steady while his thumb draws soothing circles against the bare skin of her thigh. Her head is spinning from Harry’s constant teasing, and her mouth is dry from the way she was panting while Harry was kissing up her throat. The wine is a welcome refreshment, the sweet, aromatic liquid trickling into her mouth slowly as Harry feeds it to her. Her eyes flutter shut as she swallows. She feels Harry move underneath her hips and tries to sneakily get one last sip in before he pulls away the wine glass… but she ends up choking as Harry’s fingers graze against her clit.
She turns her head away, coughing harshly, clearing the wine that had snuck into her wind pipes and using the back of her hand to wipe away the wine that had sputtered out of her mouth. “Oh, sweetheart,” Harry pouts, mockingly, “you’ve made a mess.” She tries to glare at him, but can’t as another round of coughs takes over. He pats her back soothingly as she clears her throat some more, his thumb wiping away the tears that escape the corner of her eyes. 
“You see?” he says when she’s breathing properly again. “Daddy was right. You’re just a messy little baby. Y’need daddy to take care of you.”
“You’re mean,” she sniffles. 
“I’m mean?” he scoffs, “How m’I mean, darling?” 
“Y-You’re teasing.” 
“M’not teasing, puppy,” he says, cupping her jaw romantically, despite his mocking tone. “I just know what’s best for you. You’re too messy.”
She humphs, looking away from him.
“Don’t be like that, puppy,” he coos, voice low and smooth, pressing a sticky kiss to her cheek with his wine stained lips. “Y’know I’m right.” 
She feels her resolve crumbling as his hands slide up and down her thighs, his breath tickling her ear and lips skimming the shell of it. She can feel herself getting wet as Harry presses more hot kisses against her skin, her breath catching in her throat. When his hand slides into her hair and tilts her face towards his, she shows no resistance. His lips find hers and he kisses her, slow and hot. She sighs into his mouth, always finding pleasure in the feeling of his lips against hers, even if she might be mad at him for being stingy with the wine. 
He tastes like the sweet berries of the wine, his tongue slipping into her mouth and sliding against hers hotly. She supposes this will have to do, sucking on his tongue and moaning at the sweet taste of the wine that she’s so excited for. Her legs squeeze around his hips as she presses herself down, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She pulls off of his lips with a quiet moan as she feels Harry’s palm grinding against her clit over her soaked panties. He buries his face in her neck, kissing and sucking while she throws her head back and rubs herself down on her hand. 
“All this for me, puppy?” Harry groans into her skin. “Soaked through your panties already, n’I barely even touched you.” 
She whimpers, embarrassed but not embarrassed enough to stop rubbing herself on his hand.
“What’s got you so worked up, hm?” His fingers pinch her clit through her panties, then slide down to finger her dripping slit. She hides her face in his neck, turned on and overwhelmed. 
“Maybe you like it when Daddy’s a little bit mean,” he murmurs, his voice nothing more than a dark rumble in his chest. Her cheeks burn at how easily he figured out the truth, how she gave herself away by getting so wet when he teased her, mocked her, called her a little girl who needed Daddy to take care of her.
The tightening of y/n’s fingers on his shirt and the fact that she refuses to take her face out of his neck while rubbing herself on his fingers tells him his answer. He chuckles lowly, trying to softly coax her out of hiding, “S’okay baby. Don’t be embarrassed.” 
When she whines petulantly and refuses to look at him, his voice turns stern. “Come on, puppy. Stop hiding.”
Oh and that voice… he’s just found out her weakness and is using it against her! She goes moony for Harry when his voice goes low and his grip grows heavy. She pulls herself out of his neck and looks up at him with wide eyes.
“Good girl,” he murmurs softly, petting her face, “Such a good girl for daddy, hm?” She stays humble, simply blinking up at him innocently, even though she wants to whine at him that she’s the best girl and that he shouldn’t be teasing her so much. She doesn’t need to beg, though, as he mutters to himself, “I think you deserve a reward.” 
His thumb, which had been tracing over her bottom lip softly, sinks into her mouth, her pretty lips parting around his thick finger as he pulls her mouth open. “Keep it open, m’kay?” he whispers. Her eyes glimmer excitedly as he slips the finger out. 
Reaching for the long abandoned wine glass, he takes a sip– but doesn’t swallow. Instead, he leans towards y/n’s open mouth and connects their lips, letting the dark wine spill from his mouth into hers. Y/n squeaks excitedly, finally understanding what he’s doing and lapping up the wine from his mouth quickly. Her fingers twist into his shirt unconsciously and she grinds down on his lap like an eager little puppy, trying to get as close to him as possible. She licks and sucks on his tongue, kisses him to lap up any of the wine left over on his lips, and swallows it down sweetly. When she pulls off, her eyes are blown out and her lips are stained red. 
That was more of a treat for him than for her, he thinks, with how eagerly she kissed him and rubbed herself on his lap. Harry can’t help the chuckle that falls from his lips, his cocky dimple popping out on his cheek. “See how much better it is when Daddy does it?”
She doesn’t even have it in her to process his mocking words, mesmerized by him. She wants to keep kissing him, feel his hands all over her skin, drown in him. She leans in for a kiss, but each time her lips graze his he jerks his head back, mouth open in a teasing smirk. She pouts, staring at him with wide, pleading eyes.
Only when she’s sitting patiently does he give in, pressing his lips against hers and kissing her top lip. She presses herself into the kiss, her eyebrows furrowing with need as her hands grip the lapels of his shirt. A soft whimper escapes her when Harry’s fingers are back on her core, fingering up and down her soaked panties and tracing over her clit. He sneaks his hand into the front of her panties, his palm sliding slowly over her mound until his fingers feel the soft bud of her clit. 
She gasps into his mouth as his fingers start circling, soft and gentle swipes that make her twitch. His touch is so light, his fingers barely pressing down… but still it makes her whine and whimper, a burning feeling bubbling in her tummy. She’s already so close, but can you blame her? She’s been aching for him all night, literally has been yearning to feel his hands since they left the winery. She’s been eyeing his hands, with his strong fingers and thick knuckles and veins running up to his tattooed forearms. His warm palm, which he’d rested on her thigh the entire drive home. His soft thumb, which he’s been circling on her hip all night. 
And god, he’d looked so good tonight!!! It might be the wine that’s making her so extra horny, but Harry’s just so… hot. Not only is he smart and polite and gentlemanly, he’s also the most attractive man to walk the face of this earth. With his stubble and his broad back and strong arms… his pretty green eyes and his lips… his cocky smirk… he’s just such a man. He’s not like the stupid boys at school… he’s her sexy older boyfriend who takes her out for dinner and then fucks her til she’s crying. 
His tongue slips into her mouth at the same time that he slides a finger into her slit, the thick digit wiggling its way through her plushy walls to pet at the spot that makes her clench around him. He can only fit one of his big fingers into her tight hole, and the fit is so snug that it makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. His mouth is open as he kisses her, half of his mind focused on making sure to pet her in all the right places, while the other half tries to keep up with her eager kisses. He’s breathing her in, lips puckering around anything he can reach and his tongue sliding against hers, desperate to just taste her even if it makes their kiss a little messy.
Her breathing stutters and a high pitched squeak escapes her when he starts trying to work a second finger into her. She squeezes tight at the anticipation of it, making it hard for him to get another finger in there without hurting her. “Relax, baby,” he murmurs against her lips, retreating the second finger and rubbing at her clit a little bit more until she’s no longer clenching around him so hard. 
“Feels really good, daddy,” she whispers, her mouth in an open pout, too overwhelmed to try and keep kissing him. 
“I know sweetheart,” he murmurs back, lips skimming over her neck as he breathes in her sweet scent, before migrating back to her lips. He groans out lightly as he attempts to sink a second finger again, this time proving more successful as her pussy flutters open for him. He curls his fingers against her front wall while his thumb continues rolling against her clit, a motion that she’s never able to recreate when she’s trying to do it herself. Any form of pleasure has been ruined for her if it’s not coming from Harry’s hands, or his mouth, or his cock… he’s set the bar too high. 
Their mouths just hang open together, panting into each other’s mouths as Harry’s fingers work her towards her end, their tongues touching and lips puckering every once in a while as they attempt a really messy kiss. 
There’s a ringing in her ears as her heart starts to pound faster in her chest, Harry’s fingers setting a rhythm that sends jolts up her spine. She falls into his chest, fingers digging into his suit and her face burying in his neck as she tries to catch her breath.
“Doesn’t it feel nice when Daddy takes care of you?” Harry murmurs in her ear. The wine in his system and his love for y/n have got him going heavy on the words… but she obviously loves it. 
“So good,” she whimpers into his throat.
“Y’like my fingers in your little pussy, hm? Like it when I rub your pretty clit like this?” 
She whines again, nodding her head but unable to formulate any words.
“Come on, puppy, use your words… tell daddy how much you love it.”
“Love you, daddy,” she says, fuzzy headed, just seconds away from her climax.
He chuckles warmly. That wasn’t what he asked for, but it’ll do. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her head. “Come on, cum for daddy. Let me hear you.” 
She moans loudly, fluttering round his fingers and rutting her hips as an orgasm takes over her body. With her head thrown back, she feels no shyness in whining out, as she cums, daddy falling from her lips desperately, which he swallows up in a kiss, soothing her through her peak. 
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The next morning, she surprisingly wakes up clear headed and well rested. With how wine drunk she was the night before, she’d expected to wake up with a pounding headache and her stomach turning uneasily. 
But then she remembers how Harry tucked her into bed the night before, how he’d taken her into the bathroom and brushed her teeth for her because she was too loose-limbed to do it herself. And then he’d slipped her out of her dress, kissed her shoulders gently as he dressed her in one of his big t-shirts, and given her a pair of clean panties to sleep in. He’d let her rest her head on his chest when they climbed in bed, and petted her hair while she whined about how much she loved him, chuckled sweetly when she started kissing his chest even though she was on the brink of sleep.
When she started to get fussy again, her pressed to his chest, “you’re the most precious thing in my life.”irt in an attempt to get him naked again in a haze of drunk horniness, he slipped his thumb into her mouth, let her suckle on his finger to distract her. He talked to her with a soft voice, murmured sweet words about how much he loved her. “Love you so much, sweetheart,” he whispered as she fell asleep with her ear words muffled by his thumb.
“Love you,” she whispered back sleepily, her words muffled by his thumb.
When he thought she’d fallen asleep, he stopped petting at her hair and tried to get up to brush his own teeth – but she whined in her sleep at that, her legs wrapping around his thigh to keep him in bed and her eyebrows furrowing as though she was going to start crying in her sleep. He’d hushed her, resuming his previous position as though he hadn’t even tried to leave, and stayed like that, just watching her sleep, until her grip on him loosened and he was finally able to slip away silently. 
He returned as soon as he brushed his teeth and took off his expensive suit, now lying next to y/n with his lips pursed in a sleepy pout and his eyebrows furrowed. Even in his sleep, he looks grumpy… it makes y/n smile. She smooths her thumb over the wrinkle between his brows, and he evidently relaxes in his sleep. 
She presses a kiss to his cheek, thinking that she’s being sneaky and sneaking a kiss before he wakes up, but when she tries to pull away he grabs her wrist. “Another one,” he mumbles, eyes still closed.
She giggles, and presses a soft kiss to his other cheek. “Another,” he repeats, and she kisses his nose. “Another,” and she kisses his jaw. 
“Another–” he tries to say again, but she cuts him off. 
“Oh my gosh, Harry,” she laughs. “Just wake up already.” 
He smiles at the sound of her laugh, a sleepy smile that's soft enough so only one of his dimples pops out. His eyes flutter open, eyelashes like delicate little butterflies, and his green eyes meet hers. They look so clear and bright in the morning, a spring green that glimmers in the morning light. “Hi,” he says, staring up at her, “I love you.”
Her heart jumps at those three words, and she has to restrain herself from jumping out of the bed to have a total freak out over the fact that Harry loves her. Obviously she loves him – she has for a while. But she worried that she’d been nervous that Harry wouldn’t feel the same way. Maybe she was just this over-emotional little girl who fell in love way too quickly, and if she told him… he’d be grossed out or something and break up with her. 
If she were in her right mind, she never would’ve confessed that she loved him in such a vulnerable moment. She curses her drunk self for being so loose-lipped… but at least it ended in a happy way. Harry loved her back! 
And it’s the first thing he wants to tell her in the morning.
“I love you,” she whispers back bashfully. Harry can tell that the three words make her shy, and it only makes him love her even more. He pulls her into his chest for a bear hug, arms wrapping around her and completely engulfing her. 
He doesn’t want to let go of her, wants to hold her in his arms forever and just fall back asleep like this… but then her tummy rumbles. Her stomach is always making some type of noise, and even though it embarrasses her, he can’t help the laugh that tumbles out of his chest.
“Pancakes?” he asks.
She hums, “Mm, yeah. Can I make coffee with your fancy machine?”
“Only if you promise not to burn yourself.”
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realitybitesyouknowit · 5 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Severus Snape Characters: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Original Characters, Portrait Albus Dumbledore Additional Tags: Bullying, Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Dom/sub, Sub Severus Snape, Bottom Severus Snape, Top Harry, Light Bondage, Light BDSM, Fluff and Smut, Improvised Sex Toys, Digital Art, NSFW Art Summary:
When one of Severus' students goes missing, Severus calls in Auror Harry Potter to help. When Harry shows up in the body of a bloody demigod and a smile that could slay demons, Severus realises he may have bitten off more than he can chew.
Somehow, he doesn't mind.
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slutboybarbie · 2 years
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When He’s Not Around
Dom!Harry Styles x Reader
18+
Warnings/summary: cheating😬(Harry cheats with reader), oral sex (f!receiving), dirty talk ig, angst?, jealousrry, somewhat caught at the end
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"H-Harry we really shouldn't be doing this."
"You say that every time darling and yet, look where you are. Back with me again."
Your next words are cut off by the feeling of Harry's lips on yours, and you want to give in, but something's on your mind.
Pushing him back, you try to move from the wall but he keeps you there. "We can't, not again. Liam's on his way-"
He covers your mouth with his hand, "Don't. Don't say his name. Now, nod your head if you're gonna stop worrying and listen to me."
You nod your head with wide eyes, thighs growing even more slick at his dominant demeanor.
"Good girl.", he says when you obey him, finally removing his hand from your mouth.
He sinks to his knees in front of you, pushing his long hair out of his face as he looks up at you.
"Let me give you something else to think about." Harry spreads your legs apart, reaching under your dress and teasing the waistline of your underwear.
You wordlessly look down at him, and although you're not saying no, that's not enough for him.
"Tell me love, can I have you for tonight?" His voice seems deeper and his accent thicker, eyes searching yours for confirmation.
You close your eyes as he starts to drag the lace down your thighs, "I need words, pretty girl. Can I have a taste?"
"Yes." You sigh out.
"Yes who?"
"Yes sir." He has you lift up your feet, one at a time so that he can remove your panties and since your eyes are still closed, you don't see him stuff them in his pocket.
He grabs one of your legs, hoisting it up so that it's over his shoulder, exposing your bare core to him.
Wasting no time, Harry licks a long stripe up your wet cunt, groaning at the taste.
"Can't believe you wanted to deny me of this.", he mumbles, shaking his head.
He suctions his mouth on your clit and you're thankful for his support, knowing your legs would have given out immediately.
"Sorry, m'sorry.", you moan, hands coming to grip his hair but he stops you.
"I didn't say you could touch.", he smirks up at you, one of his hands coming to continue the assault on your clit.
He watches your eyes shut in pleasure, head falling against the wall. Your hands clench into fists, resisting the urge to touch him, wanting to follow his orders.
He lets two of his fingers dip down to your hole, teasing you a bit before sinking them in with no resistance.
"Can feel you clenching on my fingers, love." Harry says, his voice like gravel as he continues to watch you in amazement.
"Bet you wish it wasn't just my fingers hm?" He asks and you bite your lip to stop a moan.
Harry stops the movement of his fingers, pulling a whine from you.
"Answer me baby. You want my cock in this tight little cunt don't you?"
You can practically feel him smile when he nuzzles his face into your thigh, watching you struggle to respond.
"Harry please just-", you choke on your words when he begins to finger you again.
"Just what? Use your words, y/n."
"Wan' you to fuck me, please, stop teasing me.", you whine frustratedly.
"Y'know I just love to hear you beg, darling. Gonna fuck you, promise, but I want you to cum on my fingers first.", his fingers begin to pick up pace, curling to hit your spot and you cry out.
"Yeah? Y'gonna make a mess of my fingers? Be my good girl?"
You can only moan in response, your mouth dropping open and small pants coming out when Harry's mouth attaches to your clit again.
"So close, Harry, m'so close. Let me cum, pleasepleaseplease."
Harry looks up, nodding against you in a silent confirmation that you can cum and you swear you see stars.
He has to hold you up, your leg almost collapsing and your hands coming forward to grab his shoulders.
He continues to lick into you, even after you come down from your high and you're too weak to push him away.
"Harry- baby I'm sensitive.", you tell him and he finally draws back, grinning up at you with a sly smile and your juices covering his chin.
He sets your leg down, getting up from his knees and standing in front of you, his hands cradling your face as he kisses you.
You can taste yourself on his tongue and you groan into the kiss, your hands fisting the bottom of his shirt.
"More- I want more.", you mumble against his lips before kissing him again, not wanting to separate from him.
Harry brings his hands from your face to the back of your neck, having to somewhat forcefully pull you away from him.
"Y'know you gotta tell me more than that lovie." his voice is just above a whisper, a sadistic smirk on his face as he watches your eyes struggle to leave his lips.
"What do you want more of, hm? More of my mouth?" You shake your head no, and Harry pretends to sigh.
He tightens his grip on your neck, making you look him in the eye. "If you can't use your words, I can't help you."
Harry knows exactly what you want and how you want it, but seeing you get all needy and frustrated is something that never fails to make his cock ache.
"I want you to fuck me.", you finally say, voice barely audible.
"M'sorry, I couldn't hear you. Repeat that for me?", Harry somewhat taunts and it makes you want to stomp your foot in frustration.
"Stop teasing Harry, please. I need you to fuck me.", Harry grins at this, wasting no time in releasing your neck so that he can pick you up and carry you to the bed.
You let out a small squeal, swatting at Harry to put you down. You were never really a fan of people picking you up, but Harry just loved to show how easy it was to him.
He tosses you down on the bed, making you look up at him with a glare, "Be careful dumbass, I'm fragile."
He raises an eyebrow, lips quirking up into that stupid smirk once again. "You've got quite the mouth all of a sudden."
Harry kneels down on the bed in front of you, parting your legs so that he can be in between them.
"Just a few minutes ago it was "oh Harry m'gonna cum, don't stop please.", he mocks with a small laugh, causing you to bring your hands up to hide yourself.
Harry stops you though, pinning your hands down beside your head. "Oh none of that. Where'd my bratty girl go, hm?"
The way that he barely has to use any of his strength to pin you down, plus his large and muscular frame boxing you in has you practically drooling.
He inches his face closer to yours, tricking you into thinking he's going to kiss you, but just as your lips graze his he turns to the side, making you kiss his cheek instead.
"Harry.", you whine.
"Sorry sorry, you just looked so desperate for it, I couldn't resist.", Harry knows that his degrading words have an affect on you, your hips bucking up into the air as the throbbing returns to your core.
"Y'want a proper kiss?", Harry asks and you nod, staring up at him with pleading eyes. "Yeah? Beg."
It's a simple command that usually would have had you scoffing, telling Harry to get over himself and stop teasing, but you're so needy for his touch that you give in.
"Harry", you whine again and oh Harry loves the way you say his name. "Baby please, kiss me, I- I need it."
He knows that you can beg better, he's heard it plenty of times, but he takes mercy on you, letting his lips connect with yours and wasting no time in ravishing your mouth.
He brings one of his hands to curl around your throat, adding a little pressure as his tongue explores your mouth as if he's never done it before.
You two are a desperate mess as you work to get each other fully undressed, breathy pants and soft moans filling the silence in the room.
Harry's towering over you, one hand fisting his cock as he situates himself between your spread legs.
"Condom?" You ask, trying to think as clearly as possible.
Harry looks almost offended that you've asked, scoffing as he positions his tip at your entrance.
"Since when have we ever used condoms?"
"I dunno, I just thought maybe-"
You're cut off by a gasp as he begins to push into you, the familiar stretch and slight burn settling in.
You hear Harry swear under his breath, hips flush against yours,
"You just thought what?", he asks as his head dips down, nosing along your jawline before kissing on your neck.
"I- uh.", you stutter, losing your train of thought do to the feeling of Harry's cold cross necklace grazing your chest.
"It's because of him right? You're worried that he'll have to feel my cum deep in this pretty pussy of yours, aren't you?"
And although his tone is somewhat playful, there's a bite to it. You know how Harry feels about having to sneak around, how he wishes you were his and his only.
He doesn't allow you to respond tho, knowing that's a conversation you'll have to have at a different time. His hips slowly begin to move against yours, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan.
"Fuck fuck fuck.", Harry groans against your ear.
Your hands are clawing at his back as his thrusts pick up pace, and as much as he loves that, he redirects your hands to his hair. 
You immediately begin to tug at his long locks, loving the way it feels between your fingers.
"Shit- Harry, I think I'm gonna cu-"
You're cut off once again, but not by Harry, by the sound of your front door opening.
"Babe, are you home?"
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It’s been a while😅
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foolforharrry · 2 years
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All For You
Summary: You keep teasing Harry at a party by making him jealous until he snaps and takes you to the upstairs bathroom to remind you who you belong to.
Word count: 1.2k words
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (don't be like them. wrap it before you tap it), daddy kink, fingering, choking, degradation, oral female receiving, orgasm denial
Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. And if you have any requests, I'd be more than happy to try and write them
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Imagine that you're at a party.
You're rubbing yourself up against your friend provocatively. You know exactly how it will affect Harry when he comes back from getting the drinks you asked for.
The texts he sent you just proves you were right.
The next thing you know he grabs you by the waist, dragging your body to his so your chests are flush against each other.
"So this is what you wanted, huh? You wanted to get me all riled up?" You feel his breath fanning over your skin.
You pretend like you don't know what he's talking about just to get him more pissed off. It works.Keep reading
"Screw the car. I'm gonna take you upstairs and have my way with you." And with that, he drags you upstairs and into the bathroom.
The second you're alone, he pushes you against the door, locking the door as he takes control of the kiss.
He is pressing his pelvis against yours, making you feel him, as he says, "Feel what you do to me?"
He doesn't give you the chance to respond to him as he goes back to kissing you, slipping his tongue into your mouth so you can taste the alcohol he had been drinking earlier.
His hands roam your body, groping at whatever flesh he finds, his hips grinding so his hard dick rubs against you through your clothes, making you throb.
You tangle yours in the hair at the back of his neck, pulling hard so his head tilts backwards. His throat protruding so you can see the vein on the side of his neck
Before he takes it off, he asks if it's ok. To which you respond by taking it off for him. Leaving you in your bra and pants
Before you get the chance to take his T-shirt off, he grabs you by the hips, flipping you around so he can hoist you onto the counter next to the sink
He moves to stand between your legs, his centre flush against yours as he starts sucking and biting down your neck. Your head thrown back as your legs go around his waist
You mumble something about it being unfair that you're shirtless and he isn't. Breathless from the kissing and the sensation of him at the curve of your neck
He chuckles, pulling away momentarily so he can take it off before unclasping your bra
Saying how much he loves your tits when the straps slide off your shoulders and he lets the bra fall to the floor
He wraps his lips around your nipple, rolling it in his mouth causing you to moan at the pleasure as he stimulates the other with his finger
His other hand splayed over your lower back, keeping your back arched
Before he slowly sinks down to his knees
Looking up at you through his lashes as he helps you get off both your pants and underwear, lifting your hips as they slide down your legs
He starts kissing up the inside of your thighs, making you squirm as he teases you. His breath hits you where you need him as he hovers above your pussy
"You want me to make you feel good, baby?" He asks. Already knowing the answer
When you nod vigorously, he shakes his head, tutting, "words"
And so you beg for him, gasping when he runs his finger up your slit, murmuring "So wet. Is this all for me?"
"Yes, Harry. All for you"
"That's not my name.", he grumbles, his grip on your thigh getting harder
"Daddy. All for you, daddy"
That's when Harry finally grants you what you need, taking your clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it in a way that has you struggling to contain your noises
But when he pushes two fingers into you at once, curling them against your g-spot you can't hold in the moan forcing its way out your throat
Sweat starts to form on your body as he repeats the motion, using his free hand to keep your hips in place from how they move on their own accord.
The tension building in your belly from the double stimulation is coming fast as you wrap his hair around your fingers in fear that he is going to pull away.
Just as you can feel the bubble about to pop, struggling to keep your eyes open, panting "I'm gonna come", he stops
He removes both his mouth and fingers from you as he gets up from his knees, wrapping his mouth around his fingers, his chin coated in your arousal as he sucks, moaning at the taste before he grabs your throat
Towering over you, he orders you to open his mouth, spitting in your mouth when you comply. "Good girl.", he praises when you swallow, licking your swollen lips after doing so.
His hair tickles the sides of your neck when he kisses you, your tongue tangling with his for a few seconds before his hands leave you, the sound of his belt unbuckling making you whine in anticipation.
You expect him to just leave it, but when he drags you off the counter, spinning you around so your pelvis is pressed into the cold counter.
With both his hands in his, you feel the letter go around it, as he tightens it, sucking on the skin just underneath your jaw.
"You good with this, pretty girl?" He tugs at the restraints. "You wanna be tied up like the fucking slut you are as I fuck you raw?"
Your eyes are squeezed shut as you beg, not even knowing what you're saying anymore from how turned on and sexually frustrated you are "Yes. Please. Please use me. I'm your slut, daddy."
"That's right.", he says, his voice strained as you feel him run his tip up and down your sensitive centre. Nudging your clit makes you whimper desperately.
With his chest flush against your back, he pushes into you all the way, the pain and pleasure making you scream as your head fall back over his shoulder. His hand covers your mouth to muffle the noise as he groans from the feeling of himself slide into your cunt.
He gives you a second to adjust to his size before he pulls hips back, thrusting right back so his head hits that spot inside of you again that has your eyes rolling back.
"So fucking tight. You feel so good. So fucking filthy. You're my filthy, desperate whore, aren't you." You can't help but moan at the mixed praise and degrading, Harry's fingers are definitely forming bruises along with the edge of the counter as he picks up the pace
The force of his movements knocks the breath out of you as he pounds into you. The bass from the party still going on downstairs mixing with skin slapping against skin and muffled moans and cries of pleasure
You feel that same tension building when he takes the back of your neck, pushing the side of your face down. Your cheek gets mushed against the counter as he keeps you bent over the desk. Completely at his mercy as he uses you for his own pleasure.
"Are you going to come for me? Gonna come all around my dick?", his breathless questions have you trembling around him, your thighs quivering as you feel yourself tipping over the edge.
But once again, he stops, pulling out of you before turning you around like a rag doll, lifting you back up on the counter after untying your wrists.
Frustrated tears start streaming down your cheeks. So turned on it hurts, you attach your fingers to your clit.
But the second you start feeling the pleasure coursing through you again, Harry slaps your hand away, wrapping his hand around your throat again. His face so close to yours your noses brush against each other.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?"
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muffindaddystyles · 2 years
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Y/N seems to cling to Harry and he almost gets rid of her until they encounter her shitty ex.
AU: Demonrry x human!yn, PART 1
Harry thought once he’ll step out of the tube station he’ll get rid of this human right away. Exactly, how her kinds crinkles the subway wrapper and dump it in the nearest bin.
Unfortunately, he ended up carrying and lugging her drunk self on his back to Walmart. Grumbling to her how sickening her perfume smells like, the demons or angles he usually befriends and beds perhaps has an entirely different scent than the one he got swaddled in with from her proximity.
“Stay back while I pay.” He muttered trying to put her down. His eyes almost changes into different dark hues out of annoyance when she retorts, “Lemme pay. You’re literally my guardian angel!” She exclaimed with big doe glazed eyes that of galaxy doughnuts and Harry rolled his eyes knowing she’s plain dumb to think of him as an Angel.
“You owe me a whole ass meal, you little rat. Not just a plain water bottle.” He scowls when Y/N giggles mimicking his accent for the thousandth time shrugging her shoulders in a gesture of “whatever”.
His swanky limbs too huge to fit on a bench as they sat outside while Y/N chugged down water thirstily.
His instincts glitching to take a glance her way, merely to insult her humanly behaviours or to poke fun how she should drink as much as she can handle instead he just cranked his neck to stare at the murky sky and regretted how it’s high time to do his job.
He tunes back to his surrounding. He shots up on his feet upon realising Y/N’s not sitting with him anymore and for a second he takes a deep breather of peace finally, swiping the tips of his boots at the back of his pants and rolls his lips to blow a whistle from weird song of 80’s though his feet scratches to a halt when he hears a teensy tired scream of protest.
His brain remembers it too particularly for unfortunate reasons and his body reacts on his own, “Little Rat, shit–“ What was her name again you fool? He tries to click onto his consciousness. His super senses fucking zeroing to grab onto her name, “Oi you annoying human.” He calls her out and gets an immediate response in a panicked rush.
What Harry sees when he steps into the dark alley’s Y/N being pinned against a grubby wall by a man who’s 2x bigger than her and that just boils– literally simmers Harry’s blood in his veins.
His dark aura that was about to grim the whole street to shadows stammers when Y/N sniffs defeatedly, calling out harry, “Angel…” Harry’s fingers cramps in his fist as he tries to controls his biokinesis powers but it all goes futile when the guy waves Harry off.
“Mate she’s my girlfriend. We’re just havin’ a talk.” What a dumb fucking whore. Harry seethes, his lips crippling into a vicious smile from thinking the things he’s about to do with this dog-shit head.
He snaps his fingers and the guy watches in horror as his hands moves away from Y/N’s shoulders itself. Y/N giggles at that and Harry roars out, “Not right now little rat!” That shushes her, as she put a finger upon her tightly clipped lips.
“Come to me.” He grumbles a demand at her while her shitty ex-boyfriend shouts profanities at Harry to put him down, Harry cranks his neck to see when she doesn’t moves a inch and raises his brow at her as she stood there with her arms folded in mulish.
He speaks this time in a gentler more convincing tone, a tone that comes off as surprise to him too, “What’s yer name little human?” He asks and Y/N speaks already moving closer to him, “Y/N.” She meek in shyness and her cheeks glistens from the heat raising from her toes up her ears.
“Y/N.. alright, yes, come and stand behind me.” His bleak whisper carrying too much warmth than needed as he flattens his palm to gesture her feared sled to himself and the next thing that he does is makes Y/N curl into his back.
He mimics the wave of the guys hand in a taunt and stops his heart for a moment that makes him wake up with a jolt, screaming and wailing for his life, blood running down his nose, his throat drying with clogs and clogs of dirt and Harry’s so delved into anger and hunger for revenge he doesn’t seem to notice the black feathers of his wings popping out and tickling Y/N’s forehead.
His eyes whirl-pooling with charcoal black and if any human in his sane condition would see Harry at the moment would die from a heart stroke.
“Please forgive me, please!!” Y/N’s ex cries and Harry just snickers turning his back to him, the moment he does so, the guy falls into the dumpster with a groaning thump.
“Fuck.” Harry’s shoulders slumps when Y/N passes out on him stretching all the way to his chest due to their height differences.
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bl00dycham0mile · 1 year
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anons open for detailed one shots until I go to bed 🫀🫀🫀
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